#the way she's clearly trying to impress everyone - trying to joke and stuff

[freckleslikestars]

‘He had a nickname at the academy: Spooky Mulder.’

Dana Scully | Pilot

Remaking my first gifset exactly two years later.

[mattypattypinky]

Dude the moment u said that u were able to write reqs for joy as well ?? I started ascending istg

May i req a crush hc for joy plsss 😔

I'm gonna assume this means crush hc's as in, what Joy would be like if she had a crush on someone, or if u would have a crush on her

So I'm going to write both

I got super excited by this ask teehee

Joy Crush Headcannons

(x reader)

If Joy had a crush on you

First off I feel like if she had a crush on you you'd know, or be able to slightly tell. I feel like she'd do this thing where she unintentionally picks favorites.

Or she just gets really giddy around you and excited to be talking or working with you, especially if the crush is a big crush.

I'm talking like, how excited she was to see Rainbow Unicorn excited.

I feel like mooost of the emotions would know.

She wants people to know, she wants to talk about it, but she doesn't want to outright do it herself. Like she'd suggest playing truth or dare in HQ just to rig it so that she can talk about crushes.

she asks other emotions if they have a crush if someone else picks truth and she deliberately picks truth to try and bait somebody to ask her about if she has one, but nobody does because they know she does already and they know who (its you)

She would write notes and sign them as a secret admirer but her handwriting is very recognizable and the way she writes the notes is also very clearly her

She kind of has a superiority complex on accident, she's fully convinced you're going to like her back - I mean who wouldn't she's JOY. - She kind of is just being all secretive for fun, because its silly and she is trying to draw it out.

She'd probably deny having a crush outright if accused, like "PSSSH whaat naah...",

if anyone guessed someone that isn't you she'd make a really grossed out face like how she does to rileys imaginary boyfriend or lance. She's really picky so like if anyone thought she liked someone other than you she'd be like... where did they get that why would i like (person)...

She'd make up excuses to do chores with you, she tries to arrange it so you go on dream duty with her and if anyone accuses her of something because of it she'd be like "Psssh but it's fun with a friend, besides four eyes see waaaay better than two."

She'd claim she needs help with a really easy task, and if another emotion offers she'd backtrack and say she doesn't need help (She's trying to get YOU to help her... Not anyone else)

She'd probably make you gifts and pretend it was just a 'thing she made for fun' and 'DECIDED' to give to you and then she doesn't make anybody else a gift. She'd feign it as a coincidence because she was making it for fun, not for you, she just HAPPENED to decide to give you the gift.

(It was for you)

Sadness definitely knows about the crush just saying, she's top bunk to Joy, Joy's probably talked to Sadness when she can't sleep. Like, PSST, Sadness, you awake? and she's like... I am now... And she starts talking about her crush in a whisper

This is part of why everyone already knows she has a crush on you. She's NOT quiet at ALL. She tries to be, but she isn't.

If the crush takes place during Inside Out 1, I feel like she'd purposefully not hog the panel from you.

She'd probably know a lot of things and ways to make you happy, just because she pays attention to stuff like that, and she would, especially to you.

I'm gonna be honest I feel like she'd also sleep talk about you. Like nothing is gonna let that woman keep her secret, not even her sleep.

She'd bundle up into her sheets and hug at her pillow, giggle in her sleep and mumble something random that's happening in her dream. You're probably on some date with her in it.

Actually she'd overcompensate soooooo much. Even if you said a joke that was GENUINELY not funny, she'd start laughing and keel over. Maybe she doesn't even like it herself she's just sucking up so hard.

She'd also try to impress you with knowledge she randomly knows about that she can't cite, but she knows it.

Love language is actually kiiind of patronizing, unintentionally. She'd pat your head, pinch your cheek, cup your face, etc. When talking to you.

I feel like if she ever confessed or if you found out she'd be a little afraid and not know what to do, since she didn't think it would get this far and she'd be afraid of commitment

If you had a crush on Joy

... She's oblivious first of all AHAHA

If you had a crush on her, she'd be super duper oblivious, even if YOU made it obvious. Infact it's surprising to the other emotions how much she doesn't notice.

Either that, or she noticed and doesn't comment because she doesn't know how to respond to it yet, but I heavily doubt that.

She thinks kind of self-centeredly, so she thinks since she's so obvious when she has a crush, everyone else will be super obvious. So when you're subtle, she has no idea.

... If someone told her you had a crush on her, she'd laugh and call them paranoid, or accuse them of making some silly theory. 'We're FRIEEENDS!' - Even though it is VERY VERY CLEAR you think otherwise.

If enough people told her they thought you might have a crush on her, I feel like she'd get a little suspicious, but even when she's tuned in she'd have trouble noticing the behaviorisms of you experiencing a crush.

If she suspects you like her, she'll probe and pry. She would do things to try to get you to spill the tea to her. She'd offer to go to chores with her to see how you react.

Eventually she'd probably make some sort of joke, like, 'See you're being so NORMAL, that's so funny because like, the other emotions thought you might have some CRUSH on me - isn't that hilarious???'

She'd do the same or similar things she does when she has a crush in attempt to get you to spill. She'd ask you to do things with her, she'd ask around to see if anyone has been told specifically by you, she'd try to convince you to play truth or dare with her, or some other game to get you to spill.

If you gave her ANYTHING, if she had a suspicion that you like her, she'd over analyze it. If you give her a note, she'll read it multiple times to see if theres any hint or clue. Implied subtext. If you give her a song, she'd over analyze the lyrics to see if it meant anything.

I feel like she'd pull the crush card alot if you're being weird she just starts going 'Ahaha, if I didn't know you well enough I'd suspect you have a crush on me!' (she's trying to pry it out of you)

I feel like she'd be too scared to just ask you herself as I like to think she's afraid of commitment. I feel like she'd enjoy drawing it out and if you actually confessed it would baffle her and I feel like she wouldn't quite know what to say.

another special thank u to my bf for helping me come up w these @fenny-self-ships <3333

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 3

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Gif creds to @bestintheparsec

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.5K

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

Sorry this took so long. Work :( But I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. :) Thanks for reading!

-Pedro's POV-

The warmth of the midday sun beamed through the window as Pedro glanced nervously at his watch. 12:55PM. Finally, he grabbed his laptop and lay down on his couch with a soft *flump*. He quickly typed in "The Jazz and AllyKat show" into the search engine and opened up the website for your interview, just in time for it to begin broadcasting live. He knew you wouldn't be visible, but he would be lying if he said he hadn't been waiting anxiously since they announced it two days ago.

He was interested in hearing more about you. Hearing your voice speaking instead of just singing. Hearing the passion and levels of expression you may portray. Do you have an accent? A high or low voice? A lisp or a stutter? A rasp? You were such a mystery to him and the world, yet your shared conversation over Instagram the other day was so heartfelt. He appreciated your candor and vulnerability, especially in show business.

He couldn't figure out why… but ever since he heard your song, he couldn't stop thinking about you. There was something about you that seemed to draw him in. He was impressed with your lyrics and swooned at your voice. That voice! But with everyone contemplating who you were and who you liked, Pedro didn't want to be another one of those people, making you feel pressured. But he was certainly curious. 

The video began and he listened intently, not wanting to miss a single word. When your voice chirped a hello to the interviewers and listeners, his heart skipped a beat. He swore it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He was drawn to you and wanted to learn anything he could, so he listened, trying to keep his breathing as silent as possible to not miss it. Why am I feeling like this? We've only had one conversation. Why am I so drawn to her, especially when she's already in love with someone?… he interrogated himself.

The interview discussed your favorite color, animals, and books, which Pedro vowed to read as soon as he could get to a bookstore. You listed off your favorite films and shows. However, although you had a great taste in cinema, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that none of his roles were on your list. Clearly it's not you she loves, so you can put that out of your head now. He should feel relief, but instead he feels hollow at that realization.

When asked who your best friend is, you gush about your guy bff. You talk about how much you love him. How cute and sweet he is. Pedro can't help but feel a bit jealous of this guy who you love so much. But he listens on, his heart perking up and bubbling over when he hears you finally explain that your best friend is your dog.

Not only does she have a dog, but he's her best friend. And the way she talks about him is so…adorable, he thinks, gushing over your shared love of the fuzzy animals. He wonders what your dog's name and breed is, but you refuse to answer that question from the interviewers, for fear that someone may recognize his name and breed, tying him to you. The interviewers make a joke on your paranoia, which you ignore and Pedro scoffs at, their lack of understanding poking a protective instinct inside of him.

The conversation suddenly rolls into celebrity crushes and his chest tightens. But before they can ask you, he hears the air horn signaling the amount of viewers. Although he's disappointed to miss the potential answer you may have given, he also feels that strange protective feeling over you again, making him feel annoyed at the interviewers, knowing your desire for privacy. His thoughts only shift into a possessive manner for a millisecond before Ally proposes the possibility of your crush potentially listening to the show. His heart and emotions are on a bumpy roller coaster and he's practically jittery at the anticipation. He's leaning in to hear your answer when the door to his house barges open and a frustrated Oscar Isaac walks in, complaining in Spanish.

Startled, Pedro slams his laptop closed and flings it towards the coffee table, nearly spilling his drink. He yells questioningly, wondering why his best friend is barging into his home unannounced. Oscar is fully in the living room now, hands on his hips and ready to rant again. But before he has a chance to continue his argument with Pedro, he squints. His eyes look to the laptop, then to Pedro, now standing and looking frazzled after jolting up from the seat. He looks at Pedro's face again, eyebrow raised questioningly, and points to the laptop. "Were you watching porn?"

Pedro is dumbfounded, and if he wasn't on such high alert, he would've thought to lie and say he was watching porn. Instead he blurts "NO, I was not watching porn." It sounded like a lie. Oscar looks again from the laptop to Pedro, noticing his flushed cheeks and giving him a once over from head to toe, looking for any tells, other than the blush and the panic. "Yeah right, you slut. Let's see then."

Oscar reaches for the laptop, and Pedro grasps for it too, just a second behind. Too slow. Pedro argues "I wasn't. Not that it should matter, seeing as I'm in my own HOME… alone. Or should I say previously alone." Pedro throws his hands up in frustration. Oscar just laughs. "Okay let's see what you're so interested in then, that you don't even hear me knocking on your door or trying to contact you." He cracks open the computer.

"You're watching…an interview?" Oscar looks at Pedro, confused at why he would be so wigged out over a talk show. "I told you," Pedro replies, pointedly. Oscar glances back at the computer again, his brow suddenly relaxing and his lips turning into a mischievous smirk. "Ohh. I see… This is that girl you defended in your interview, huh? Someone got a little crush?" 

Pedro rolled his eyes and scoffed, trying to push away the warmth grazing his cheeks. "No. I don't have a crush. I was just looking for something to do and saw it pop up on my page…" Pedro rambled on, "plus it's just curious how much she's keeping a secret, you know? Everyone is wondering about these things." Oscar listened, amused, and Pedro continued. Please stop talking, Pedro thought to himself. "Plus I don't even know her. A crush? That's ridiculous."

"She doesn't know that guy in her song either and she managed a crush… and you defended it," Oscar said matter-of-factly. Pedro rolled his eyes, and Oscar continued. "Are you hoping her crush is on you?" 

Pedro sputtered out a quick answer. "Please. She sounds young... it's probably on someone like Harry Styles. Why would she have interest in an old man like me?" Oscar patted Pedro's shoulder. "You're too hard on yourself." Pedro ignored him and continued, "plus you know how I feel about relationships." 

"Yeah yeah…" Oscar continued in a mocking tone, hand pretending to be a sock puppet while he recited, "I don't have the time to properly grow a relationship, I don't want to get hurt, I'm focusing on my career…" Pedro ignored his mocking tone and simply agreed with the recitation. "Yes… now… Why did you feel the need to barge in here unexpectedly?"

"It wouldn't have been unexpected had you checked your messages. I texted you four times and even messaged your Instagram when I didn't get a reply," Oscar defended. 

"You know I'm not a texter," Pedro disputes.

"Yeah, no shit, abuelito. How many messages are unread on your phone? 600?" Oscar banters.

Pedro hastily defended himself. "No! I call them back! And abuelito!? Really?" He tuts. "You're not far behind me, pendejo. Plus you know I never check my Instagram messages either. I hardly even log on. You should've called me instead."

"I did. Twice. Anyway, I wanted to see if you were still available to watch the kids later. Buuuut, after not hearing back, I just decided to check on you. Glad to see you're alive, and clearly just distracted." Oscar wiggles his eyebrows.

Pedro crosses his arms, ignoring Oscar's last remark. "Yes, of course I'll watch the kids. Go enjoy yourselves!"

"Thanks P. You're the best… and I know I'm picking on you, but I just want you to be happy. I think if you like this girl you should try and talk to her. Dust off the cobwebs of your Instagram and actually message her or something."

I already have… Pedro thinks, running his thumb across his bottom lip. "Thanks, man."

Oscar left with a friendly pat on Pedro's shoulder. "See you later tonight then with the kids!"

Upon closing the door, Pedro sped over to his laptop again, hopeful that your interview hadn't ended yet. Fortunately for him, it was still recording. He hoped he hadn't missed anything.

The interviewer named Ally spoke. "Nice try. You know who we're trying to find out about. Has he, the man of your dreams and star of your lyrics, contacted you at all? Will we see a romance blooming?"

Pedro's heart pounded so loud he feared he would miss your answer. If she says yes… his mind entertains, not knowing the answer to the rest of that thought.

You spoke, hesitantly, and he felt the protective urge creep over him again. He wanted to know the answer but he hated hearing you uncomfortable . "I uh… I have received a lot of messages, some of them from celebrities."

He swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat.

The interviewers replied excitedly. "Yeeeeaaaah?????"

There's a long pause. The silence is deafening, apart from the booming timpani of Pedro's heartbeat.

You answered, so softly he almost missed it. "Yes. We've talked."

He stopped breathing. 

"Did you tell him it was him? Did you admit you love him?"

"Absolutely not. It was just a nice conversation," you laughed.

We had a nice conversation…

"Will you tell us who he is? At least a description? An initial?" Jazzy asked, desperate for answers.

Ally chimed in "anything! We're starving here."

You giggled before answering. The most beautiful laugh he's ever heard. "I won't do that much, but I will say… he has brown curly hair... Gorgeous brown eyes… And he seems really funny and nice."

I have curly brown hair and brown eyes.. maybe it could be me, his heart offered the idea. I try my best to be funny and nice too.

It could also be Tom Holland. Or Dylan O'Brien. Or some other young actor, his self-doubt chimes in. But he also knew based on your eye color descriptor, that it wasn't Harry Styles, shutting down his earlier guess.

Ally lets out a huff. "That's a pretty broad answer but I guess it narrows out a few people.."

"Well we have another surprise. A way to narrow it down a little more…" Jazz proposes.

"Oh? What's that?" You replied. Pedro could hear the nervousness in your tone.

Jazz continued "I asked our tech to work his magic, and he managed to pull a list of our viewers during the highest number of people tuning in…"

Pedro's heart picked up speed.

"Then, since he's so good at working a computer, he was able to filter it further, running the names through the web and pulling out any celebrities. We have a list here and all you have to do is read through and say if he's on the list of viewers. The only ones who would know are the three of us. Of course if he's watching, he will also know if he's in the running or not."

You stuttered out, "o-okay.."

There was a long pause on your end while you read, and Jazz and Ally filled in the space with chatter.

Pedro sat, waiting nervously for your answer.

"Uhm… no. None of these names.." you finally answered.

His heart sank. It wasn't him. You didn't love him.

"That's disappointing," Ally answered. "I had really hoped he was listening. I'm sorry. I thought when we filtered through the viewers with our celebrity listener filter, we'd have some luck."

"It's okay.. he's probably busy or something.." you answered, though your disappointment was hard to hide. "Maybe he will listen later when he has time."

Pedro was logged in on his account. His name would've been on that list, and you just confirmed, without calling him out personally, that he wasn't the one you loved.

The interview soon ended and he closed his laptop with a sigh, flopping back onto his couch. He had hoped to message you and tell you he watched the video. But now he didn't see the point in it. You already knew he watched it, and you probably didn't care. He closed his eyes and eventually decided to try and ignore his feelings. You don't even know her. Don't be stupid. It's just a crush.. a stupid, hopeless crush..

Looking out the window, Pedro noticed the sun setting outside and glanced at the clock on his stove. Realizing Oscar would be back soon with the kids, he decided he needed to snap out of it. Put on a happy face before babysitting duty. He began straightening up the house and getting things ready before finally turning on a cartoon movie just in time for them to arrive. 

Oscar greeted him, and sat the kids in front of the movie. He knew his friend well enough to see through his smile and know he was upset about something. But he also could tell Pedro needed some space to sort things out in his mind first before he was ready to talk. So he left the kids with a profuse thank you, and headed out the door, leaving Pedro alone with his thoughts and two small bundles of energy.

Unbeknownst to Pedro, you looked through the list of celebrity viewers, scanning for his name. But thanks to his friend's intrusion, at the time that they filtered the list, he was disconnected from the live video. He wasn't on the list you saw.

Kept busy with the kids, it wasn't until they were back home with their parents that Pedro was forced to think about his feelings. Maybe he would still message you either way. You probably needed more friends and allies in this business, and he did enjoy talking to you, even if he wasn't the one you loved. If you didn't want to form a friendship with him back, that was fine too. But he would try. Still, his disappointment was settling in his heart. He didn't realize how much he was starting to care about you until you said he wasn't on that list.

So with the shared belief that neither of you cared about one another, you both went to bed, you both felt heavy in your hearts, and you both couldn't help but feel light tears spilling onto your cheeks as sleep eventually took over.

Equally unknown to you, he was watching, and he planned to watch it again when the video was posted, just to hear you talk a little bit longer. Just to learn more about you. Learn the tiny personality quirks he could pick out from your voice. Things that make you who you are, until maybe he could meet you in person. 

That's all for this chapter!! Thank you again for reading and let me know what you think.

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Please write a "meet the parents" situation for rodrick officially meeting his partner's parents, I live for him actually trying so he could make a good impression >_<

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Hello! Sorry this took a few days, but here it is!

Rodrick fished around in his drawer, desperately in search of his church clothes, the only things he had that weren't band shirts and skinny jeans. Tonight was a huge deal. He was finally going to meet y/n's parents. A formal dinner wasn't exactly in his comfort zone, but he was confident that he'd mage a good impression. He'd had a week to plan, he'd even swallowed his pride and asked his mother for help with conversational tips and how to impress parents. So, with a neatly pressed shirt on and a pair of smart looking shoes he'd borrowed from his father, he set out in his van to y/n's house. Although, he had one very important stop to make on the way. He made a small detour to a shop where he purchased some flowers and a bottle of wine - a nice bottle, a fairly pricey cabernet sauvignon - not the cheap stuff he usually got for himself. He knew middle aged people were always impressed when a young person turned up with a gift.

He parked just round the corner from y/n's house, unsure as to what her parents would make of the beat up white van with "löded diper" crudely spray painted on the side that he would often chauffeur their daughter around in. Walking up to the house he revised the tips his mother had given him. Be polite, smile, offer to help. Piece of cake.

He straightened himself up, and rang the bell. A woman in a neat blouse answered with a welcoming smile,

"You must be the famous Rodrick, come on in, I'm y/n's mother, (your mum's name)"

"Hi, it's lovely to finally meet you. I hope you like cab sauv and peonies," he smiled, handing y/n's mother the gifts.

"Well aren't you just a dear"

She escorted him to the dining room (before disappearing into the kitchen) where y/n greeted him with a smile.

"The wine was a nice touch" she winked at him, before giving him a brief kiss on the cheek.

"If I'm being completely honest, I'm absolutely terrified for tonight" he whispered, "I really hope they like me"

"You've got nothing to worry about baby, trust me, they'll love you"

At that moment, y/n's father emerged from the kitchen, he smiled reassuringly at Rodrick

"You certainly know the way to a middle aged woman's heart, lad" he chuckled, placing a firm hand on Rodrick's shoulder.

Rodrick was perplexed, which y/n picked up on

"He means you impressed mum" she giggled.

Rodrick breathed a sigh of relief

"Relax, boy! You don't need to be so nervous, we don't bite" y/n's dad said.

This certainly was going better than expected - almost too much better. Rodrick figured that y/n must have buttered up her parents real good, maybe even embellished some of his better qualities a bit, but that only added pressure. He was so sure that if they knew what he was really like they'd never approve of him, and how on earth could he live up to the perfect gentleman that her parents so clearly thought he was? He was left with only one option: to fake it. It was a foolproof plan, in front of y/n's parents he would no longer be Rodrick, drummer and founder of löded diper, he would be Rodrick, the academically talented, responsible young man.

"Do you need help setting the table?" He asked politely

"Haven't you got him well trained," y/n's dad joked to her, "it's alright son, just take your seat, me and the Mrs will sort that out"

The table was laid, the food placed neatly in front of the four, and Rodrick's wine had been poured into glasses for everyone. Rodrick made sure to compliment the food, and take small delicate bites, rather than scarfing it down like he did at home.

"So Rodrick, tell us how you and y/n met," y/n's mum enquired.

Rodrick's heart began to race. He couldn't possibly tell them that they met at a basement punk show where his band was performing, that wouldn't be very responsible-young-man of him. No problem, he had the perfect lie.

"We met in the... library, yeah that's right, the library. Can't get enough of that place with all it's uh.... books and... stuff"

Y/n shot him a confused look, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, well that's nice" y/n's mum said, but something was off. Did she not believe him? Was that not impressive enough? He had to step up his game.

"Yeah, it's really nice. You know, that's just the sort of thing me and y/n like to get up to together, studying, reading the classics and not staying out later than 8:30. Isn't that right y/n?" He said, stumbling over his words as he did.

Y/n's brow furrowed as she uttered a less than confident "Uhuh..."

"Right then," her dad said, feigning politeness.

It was no use. No matter what he did, Rodrick couldn't hide the fact that he was never going to be the type of guy parents like. He couldn't even fake it. He was more than embarrassed, he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Looking down, desperately trying to hide his red cheeks, he mumbled some excuse about needing to check if he'd locked his van, then he legged it out the door, leaving a very confused y/n and her parents. He just had to get out of there.

"Y/n, sweetheart," y/n's dad said, "what in the fresh hell just happened?"

"I'm wondering that too," she replied, standing up from the table and heading to the front door, "I'll be right back".

She jogged down the road, where she found Rodrick sat on the floor leaning on his van, his face firmly planted in his palm muttering "you idiot" to himself.

"Uhhhh.. Rodrick? You wanna tell me what that was back there?" She asked, startling him slightly.

"I'm sorry, y/n, I really tried. I'm just not the sort of guy you bring home to your parents. They saw right through me." His gaze directed strictly towards the ground, he was far too humiliated to look at her.

"Yeah, no shit they saw through it Rodrick, I've told them all about you. They know you're not some goody two shoes bookworm"

"They do?" He lifted his head up slightly

"Of course they do," y/n said, sitting down next to him and taking one of his hands.

"They know all about the band, the fact that you hate studying, they even know that you taught me how to shotgun a beer"

"Wh... what?!" Rodrick spluttered, genuinely surprised, "why the hell did they even let me in their house?"

Y/n threw her head back laughing.

"Babe, my dad was in a punk band when he was our age, that's how he and my mum met. They like the fact that I'm not so uptight since meeting you, they say we remind them of themselves when they were younger"

"Wait... really?"

"Really, doofus" y/n smiled, giving Rodrick a playful jab in the arm.

Rodrick smiled, and planted a small peck on her cheek.

"I guess we better go back in and try again huh?" Y/n said, helping Rodrick to his feet

"Lead the way babe".

Upon returning to the dining table, Rodrick composed himself, let out a deep breath and finally spoke.

"I'm sorry about before, I'm not a book guy, I'm the drummer in a punk band called löded diper, the last book I read the whole way through was a beano comic, and I feel naked without eyeliner. So, that's it. That's the truth,"

Y/n's parents were silent for a second, before erupting into laughter.

"Well why didn't you say so!" Y/ns dad said, "Come on son, sit. Tell me about this band of yours..."

The rest of the evening flew by, y/n's parents reminiscing on anecdotes from their youth, while indulging in y/n and Rodricks more recent stories. It would appear that Rodrick couldn't have been more wrong, he was exactly the type of guy a girl brings home to her parents.

A/n hope you enjoyed :^) requests for fics / hcs are still open (sfw only)

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Companions favorite Disney movie?

A/N: Howdy, howdy, folks! I know it's been a while, but I hope y'all enjoy these! 🥰💙💛 I've been extremely busy and have sort of lost motivation for this fandom, but I'm going to try to play Fo4 soon and see if I can muster up some more motivation 😊 I still have some fanfic to write and some reactions to do and I've got to get my butt in gear!

Cait - Brave. It might seem like the obvious choice because, well... ginger twinsies.... But she loves it because of the constant action and the fact that Merida wields a sword and a bow while also riding a horse often at the same time. She also secretly sort of finds herself vicariously living through Merida and wishing she would have had a family like hers with parents that actually loved her.

Curie - Inside Out. It's sciency and presents a fun, creative way of examining the brain's functions. She would prefer that Disney be more realistic, but despite her slight disappointment, she also understands that it has to be presented in a child-friendly way that would keep a kid's attention. A close second for her would be Big Hero 6. Honey Lemon is her hero.

Piper - Zootopia. She finds herself very much relating to Judy Hopps most days. Just a girl in a big city and a big world with the chips stacked against her and hardly anyone on her side as she fights the good fight. She also enjoys Judy's optimistic, sarcastic, energetic spirit that she upkeeps in the face of adversity. It's something that Piper herself has done her best to maintain.

MacCready - Finding Nemo. As a concerned dad with a struggling young son of his own, he can relate to this movie greatly. Plus, a bonus is that he likes to mess with F!Sole about being Dory, which she never seems to appreciate nearly as much as he does most days.

Deacon - The Emperor's New Groove. All of the jokes and the lightheartedness of the overall movie is totally Deacon's style. He always quotes the movie afterward and drives everyone at HQ crazy with his rather awful impression of Yzma.

Codsworth - Flubber. He sort of is crushing on Weebo the robot assistant. Granted, he says he has no sort of manner in which to facilitate such feelings since he is not programmed to feel things like that, but he raves over her enough that everyone can see he clearly has some manner of feelings.

Hancock - A Bug's Life. He doesn't really know why, but it cracks him up every time he turns it on. Of course, he's usually high when he's watched it, but that's not the important part. The important thing is that it's anti-grasshoppers and after the stuff he saw at Nuka-World, that suits him just fine.

Danse - Toy Story. He would rather die than admit it, but he likes the movie for the odd reason that he heavily relates to the spaceman. His perspective on life and his soldier-like dedication to his mission is truly outstanding. He also strangely relates to him in many ways, but he's not quite sure why.

Preston - Brother Bear. He enjoys the deep feelings and meaning behind the film. It's such an underrated yet good film and it has a really great sound track as well. He also has a strange affinity for Toy Story because of Woody and his steady dependability.

Valentine - Old Yeller. It's traditional and it has that sense of old-timey living that Nick can appreciate. He also enjoys the deep emotional quality of the film and the fact that it's about a good, loyal, brave dog. Kind of like Dogmeat.

X6-88 - Maleficent. He enjoys her sense of humor and her sense of taking care of business and revenge when people do her wrong. However, his favorite non-Disney movie is The Matrix. He firmly believes the coursers' design is based on Morpheus and he secretly thinks he looks like him most out of the courser models.

Dogmeat - The Fox and the Hound. He loves nothing more than to howl along with the dog on there. Finally a movie that actually has a character that speaks his language! The dog also actually successfully befriends other animals in a way that Dogmeat never seems to do too well since they're always trying to stomp on him or kill him. He also is a fan of Bolt.

Strong - Monster's Inc. Firstly, Strong doesn't like movies. They're confusing and make no sense because what do you mean those things are not really there? They're standing right in front of him! But he likes Monster's Inc more than most because Mike Wazowski looks like a super-mutant. An ugly, one-eyed freak super-mutant, but nevertheless one of his kind.

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Dominate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit!” Dan laughed. “What the fuck?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Saturday everyone. I always forget Eric’s wife had a spot on the show. Every time I get to this episode its a reminder. Also fair warning he’s gonna make me extra feral in this one. He is in a suit and yummy street clothes in this episode. Gimme gimme all day. I blame Eric for all my reactions in this ep for how he looks haha This is also a shorter review like last time but good stuff in it none the less. Off we go.

2x16 The Overnight

We start off with our lovely ship at American Idol auditions. A guy is getting arrested giving out meth smoothies. Lucy has to go back for his backpack. As she does she gets roped into an audition because it has his audition sticker. I’m surprised there wasn’t a gif set of her singing. It's such a good scene. I did my quick made one above with my phone. But a really good set should be produced. We get to hear Melissa’s wonderful voice again. It's in a much better context this time. Not a soul crushing and depressing way. She chooses a song from Aretha Franklin. 'I never loved a man'. She CRUSHES it.

I hope she gets another opportunity to showcase her voice in the future. The ending of this cold open cracks me up so much. The judges are impressed by her audition. Ready to give her that coveted golden ticket. Lucy hears Tim’s voice and bolts LOL Him bringing her back to reality. Their 'No no no' is so damn funny as she runs towards Tim. I love it so much. Tim having no idea what just happened. Thinking she's just running behind for no reason. Such a great cold open.

I love this scene for quite a few reasons. First and most importantly we get Tim Bradford in a suit. Sweet baby James. What a visual to start off the episode with. I need more this is my life. He should go to court more often. Honestly should be illegal to be that damn fine. *fans self* Second I find it very sexy he donates blood so often. I mean of course he does. To quote Lucy. Most Tim Bradford thing I've ever heard heh Tim as a person is just so friggin attractive.

Lastly I adore Nyla giving him a hard time. Doesn't waste a second before calling him a machine LOL Tim's face in that third gif is too cute. He's commending her shot and only shakes his head. How far Tim and Nyla have come. Reached a playful joking stage I love it. You know Lucy is enjoying someone else giving Tim crap. The proud wifey smirk of hers when he gets tossed his ball. I love them.

Lucy is running the front desk since Tim is off at court. She meets a reporter Valerie Castillo from the Herald asking for public arrest reports. She is looking for a scoop on recent robberies at 5 star hotels. Asking if Lucy has heard about them? Lucy says no. Valerie goes on to say she is trying to get away from Hollywood stories. Do something more impactful. So she can be taken seriously as a journalist. Lucy being her empathetic self wants to help her out. Lets her know the reports she’s looking at don’t have enough info. Tells her she wants CAD reports instead. Valerie asks what those are?

Tim comes striding in with the answer. Looking like sex on a stick in that suit. Good lord he can wear the hell out of that thing. Look at that fit on him. Thank you to his tailor. *chef's kiss* But I digress…Tim is clearly not a fan of this woman and what she is asking of Lucy. His cop gut going off and not liking this interaction at all. Tim instantly distrusts her and doesn't hide it.

Does crack me up they wrote Ros in as a character he can’t stand LOL I’m sure they had fun with this. Tim clearly doesn’t like the media especially her paper. Says her paper has a bias against cops. She bites back ‘Like the bias you have against me?’ She’s not wrong ha Tim says that's cute but isn't buying what she's selling.

Tim tells Lucy to get those reports back from her ASAP. That they’re gonna hit the streets as soon as he’s changed. Ooh lord the way he unbuttons his jacket and barks out his instructions on the move. Mercy. It shouldn't be that hot and yet here I am always a puddle. Ever the model just as much walking away as he came in. My god he's attractive haha It's truly not fair. Valerie says Tim shouldn't talk to her like that. Lucy is bemused by this statement.

Says he's her T.O. and its just his style with a smile on her face. (We all know she loves his style heh) I do love how this scene finishes out. Valerie saying ‘If ass is a style...but he sure can wear a suit’. Indeed madam indeed. Then proceeds to watch him leave LOL Checking out her own husband as he exits the scene haha Cracks me up. He does look damn fine in that suit. I can not blame her.

Tim instantly tries to steer Lucy away from Valerie. Telling her she’s bad news. Saying reporters always have an agenda. Lucy tries to be snarky and replies 'To get truth? Sounds Horrible.' Tim continues on despite her snark and says they aren’t to be trusted. Lucy being her sunshine self wants to see the good in Valerie. That she’s doing this to help the victims of these robberies. Tim thinks she’s being naive with this woman. Lucy battles back he just doesn’t trust anyone. Well that’s not true. He most definitely trusts you Lucy. With his life. But she has earned it ten fold out of him which is why she has it.

I’m with Tim on this one.(No surprise there I know ) That trust is something to be earned. I am the same way. It’s not something I just hand out like candy either. You have to prove to me you are worthy of that trust. Once you're in you're gold but you have to earn it first. He knows how trusting Lucy is and he doesn't want her to get burned by this person. This is his way of watching her back and trying to protect her from a potential disaster. Lucy doesn't heed his warning and it shows in her sassy face she gives him above. Lucy is so sure she is the right one in this situation. Like she is humoring him by listening.

They get a report of this idiot trying to use his snake to get out of paying for his car repairs. He pulls it out as a threat and It backfires pretty badly. As he waves the snake it bites him... (Like I said an idiot) I adore Lucy taking command of this situation. Also her heart for any living creature. I’m not a snake girl myself but I do love her taking the snake's side over this guy’s haha

This is our marriage scene of the episode. Tim says EMTs won’t step foot in here till the snake is neutralized. Tim says he’ll flush it out and kill it. Lucy is against this plan and tells Tim he can’t kill it. Their banter in this scene is primo. He is sassy right back asking what are they gonna do? Snuggle it? LOL Lucy ignores his sassy jab as she hops down and decides to do something herself. Tim isn't a fan of this plan since the snake is venomous.

Tim looks very concerned as he watches her. The way he raises his gun ready to destroy this thing if it goes after her. I love his face as she talks to the snake. Calling it by it's name, telling it she isn't going to hurt it haha He is wondering what she’s going to do with this thing. Then is impressed af when she traps the snake in a tire. What a bad ass moment for her. Snake whisperer can now go on her list of skills on the job ha Lucy proudly walks back to him with the best reply ‘Not his fault his owner is an idiot.' LOL I love this.

Valerie catches Lucy on the way out for the night. Claims she got her story about a Murphy scam. Rich men hiring sex workers then the sex worker has a partner. They rob and steal from them. The victim can’t report the crime without copping to their own. Says she came by to thank Lucy with a drink. (Mmhmm....)

Lucy is hesitant and says she shouldn’t…. You know that cop gut of hers is telling her it's wrong. Valerie asks 'Is it cause Tim wouldn't approve?' Lucy looks behind her like she can sense Tim’s disapproval from afar. Valarie sweetens the pot telling her she can be her inside person. Lucy concedes and decides to go. This can only end badly Lucy….

They make it to the hotel and Lucy quickly realizes they’re not there for a just a drink. Valerie has tracked one of the women who’s been scamming these men. Lucy is upset and feels betrayed. Says she can’t arrest people on her own. She’s a rookie. Valerie notices the man being scammed is a big time movie producer. Says this will get her a killer story and her a high profile arrest. You can see the regret written all over Lucy’s face.

Lucy tells Valerie she is texting Tim. I love this. She knows she’s in over her head at this point. So she is going to reach for her lifeline. Tells Valerie as such letting her know she could get fired as a rookie. That she needs a senior officer on scene. Also she really needs him to rein this in TBH. This has gotten way out of hand and needs Tim to come help her.

Tim arrives and Lucy thanks him for coming. (Like he wasn’t going to come and bail his girl out.) Doesn’t even have to say I told you so. This entire moment is doing it for him really. Lucy doesn’t fight or deny the hot water she is in. Not even a little. Just says ‘I’m in trouble aren’t I?’ His sexy Mm-hmm will do just fine for her. You know she’s just so relieved he's there to get her out of this. To save her from herself in this moment. The way she looks at him like he is her saving grace. Makes my heart happy. Doesn't even care she is in trouble just relieved he is there. So much said in such a small scene.

He looks sinfully handsome in that denim jacket *oh my lord.* Valerie says she’ll write a story about Tim if he punishes Lucy for this. Lucy panics and tells her not to do that. Tim isn’t phased at all by her intimidation of a story. The cocky way he walks into the room. Takes control of the situation. Says the cup against the wall trick doesn’t work. You know Lucy is rooting him on while he does this. Tim makes a joke about there being an app for that. Valerie believes him cause he walks in so confident and says that so damn smoothly. She can't help but reply 'Really?'

The way he says ‘No’ to her LMAO I'm dying. He is having a little fun in this moment messing with her. I love this man so much. Why is he so damn attractive in this moment? I actually know why ha. He's protecting Lucy and trying to do damage control at the same time. Also by taking control back from Valerie, by putting this situation back in his court. Tim calls in backup to help them if the accomplice even shows up. Tells Valerie she’ll be far away from the action if it comes to that. Not gonna let her get her story after potentially endangering Lucy for it.

The accomplice ends up arriving and Valerie has a ‘See’ look on her face. Thinking she is validated in all she's done to this point. Getting to watch Tim in action and in street clothes? Don’t mind if I do. They’re about to go after the guy when they notice Valerie is missing. She’s gone out on the balcony to get a photo. Clearly back tracking on her 'Killer Story' that'll get her taken seriously for a paparazzi shot instead.

She ends up getting her shot on the balcony but slips and Tim has to rescue her. She is refusing to let go of her phone as she hangs on to the railing. Lucy tells her to let the damn thing go. The guy sees them rescue her and takes off. Tim gets her up and takes off after the guy. Leaving Lucy with Valerie while he does so. This is the last we see of our handsome hero him in this ep sadly. The accomplice ends up getting arrested by a grumpy and tired Lopez in the lobby of the hotel LOL

Lucy’s SL wraps up with Valerie signing her statement. I love Lucy telling her like it is. Letting her know how wrong it was to take advantage like she did. Lucy is inclined to trust people and it bit her in the ass this time. (What he was trying to protect her from.) Unfortunately for her Tim was right on this one. She did have an agenda. Tim didn’t rub it in her face but also didn’t say she wasn’t in trouble for it haha Lucy has a mic drop moment with her. Telling her instead of going for the serious story she sold her on she went for the cheap shot. Gets up and walks away from her. Boom. Once again not a ton to content but still enough goodies ❤️

That wraps up 2x16 for our ship. Thanks as always to you all for your likes/comments and reblogs. Forever appreciate them. Can't believe we're almost done with S2. 6 left to review in this one.

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Side notes- Non Chenford

Always enjoy Nyla’s SL’s. When I first watched this ep wanted her to her back with Donovan. But glad she didn't much better fit with James but we’ll meet him later down the road.

Wopez engagement ❤️ They so cute. I love them. Happy for Angela and Wes.

See you all in 2x17 :)

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One thing I've noticed that may or may not be important in C6 is the different ways Dante and Heathcliff react to insults.

Heathcliff displays his anger quite clearly, even more so towards those with little to no power over him. Dante tends to either immediately pivot over to trying to make a joke about it, staying silent, or changing the topic [like how with Caiman, they were like 'thx for not murdering her' instead of adressing the things she actually says].

This may pose an issue during the canto, esp if Dante wants to try and help Heathcliff before he could potentially spiral into become more like his book version. And given the title, I'm unsure how much they'll be able to do with what little reference they have in terms of this sorta stuff. We're, what, six months into this whole thing in-verse? That's not exactly a lot of time.

I do think C6 will be what makes Dante really look back at the other sinners, and try to understand them beyond first impressions, especially considering just how much Heath alone has changed up til now.

Plus, I think Rodya and Hong Lu will have some Moments, and a sullen look or two from Sinclair or Outis wouldn't be unexpected.

Honestly, I see this very possibly. Canto V was essentially the start of Dante actually being an active force in aiding the Sinners, after somewhat trying and failing with Sinclair back in Canto III and then not being particularly relevant in Yi Sang's journey and growth in Canto IV compared to other parties involved to then them being a huge factor in Ishmael's realization and her changing her mind in favor of a better path for herself by actively reaching out. It feels like things have been progressively getting better but taking in count Heathcliff's lifelong abuse and the comments in Yield my Flesh hinting that from now on is when the "actual" plot begins makes me feel like next chapter won't be as...easy or straightforward, they might potentially even fail to gain the Golden Bough.

Heathcliff himself has been dismissed so much by the others lately that it feels...intentional, as a friend of mine @/ishcliff has gone more in-depth into that, which will probably end up being the point of conflict this time as he drifts away from the others.

Another interesting example of how you mention Heathcliff's changes is that Meursault is also showing subtle changes himself for example, from talking about his mother unprompted to purposefully not telling on Aeng-du dragging Kim away despite being scolded for not commenting on Sinclair's panic attacks in III, so I wouldn't be surprised if there is more pre-Canto character exploration like you mention, and even more how that character growth will contrast with what's to come, even for Yi Sang who's character arc isn't exactly "complete" despite his breakthrough in Canto IV because the story of the League of Nine still isn't fully untangled and he states this as being his personal resolution to Dante from now on and he still hasn't actually confronted Gubo and then you have the reveal of Rim and Young-ji possibly still being alive and around somewhere

Even in Yield my Flesh again we also had the mention of how Don Quixote has become less reckless and then in V when Rodion pulled Ishmael to the side...and the Sinners have also become aware of the pattern of each one of them having their past exposed and being tested during their journey, so with Dante also wanting to grow close with everyone else and slowly forming that resolution to watch over them and stay by their side I wonder how this will all come to the forefront and how trends will be broken from now on

Thanks for the message! It's all very interesting things to ponder on and speculate, I cannot wait for Canto VI genuinely

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Back at it again at Krispy Kreme!

Ok, so I’m just sharing some more alternate EC chapter 5 translation insight with you guys since people definitely seem curious. Um…small notice, I am still trying to paraphrase what my friend has tried to explain to me, so if I make any mistakes that someone uncovers later, I do apologize in advance.

An interesting Japanese tidbit in the beach scene where Seph says that it’s his first “field mission” helps us get a clearer picture of what he means.

In Japanese, he says that he “has never had much contact with people and this is his first real battle/first time on a real battlefield, so he doesn’t know what he is doing.”

I suppose this confirms that he hasn’t been exactly on the frontlines, although there is that info blob from the Crisis Core guide about him having been “on the frontlines of battle” since before he was ten years old. My guess is that this is either Shinra propaganda, or else it refers to his training, which would still be referred to as “battle,” I guess. He clearly states that he learned to kill without hesitation throughout his training, so whatever they were throwing at him, it was basically “real” but in a controlled environment, perhaps.

Also, when he says “Nothing, it’s never going to happen anyway,” about living a normal life, it reads in Japanese more as “I don’t care anymore/It doesn’t matter, it’s never going to happen.”

It seems like a direct reference to the Nibelheim scene where he laughs off the questions about his parentage because “What does it matter?”

He has really lost heart about both things, but it’s obvious he still cares.

Also. When Sephiroth says that he knows asking about his everyone about his mother isn’t “cool,” Glenn laughs and says “You know it, haha!” which seems fairly translated in the English, but what may be missing is the nuance of Sephiroth’s next response.

He basically says, “Yeah, that’s everyone’s reaction,” but it comes off like he is referring to Glenn’s laughing and dismissal. Basically, we get the impression that people tend to mock Sephiroth’s inquiry because it’s supposedly childish, like a kid lost in a supermarket asking for their mom.

My friend really thinks it’s because of his hero status, i. e., people laugh at the idea of this young super solider asking about something so “normal?” She also suspects it’s a bit of a reference to the fanbase’s joking about Sephiroth’s obsession with his mother in general. Both in-game and in the actual world, Sephiroth is not really seen as human, so people are amused or fascinated when he shows glimpses of it…or else they dismiss it.

The Japanese version of that photo scene apparently gets this message across better. Seph is used to being laughed off or dismissed when asking about his mother. I also would not be surprised if Hojo was someone that laughed at him over it a lot.

Once again, sorry for extra pain, but we may be getting the idea that it wasn’t just a general “Don’t ask about your mother” vibe at Shinra for Sephiroth, but also a long history of people mocking the question. Poor kid. (I will share a few more translation details soon).

Hhhhhh these are SO interesting.

For Seph's training, I'm of the mind that they've probably been having him undertake mock skirmishes/drills under a controlled setting, as you mentioned. Sephiroth has apparently already been killing, so it wouldn't surprise me if they've been plucking enemies for him to slay while still in their custody. Interesting that it contradicts CC's lore. But at the same time, that could have all been propaganda. It's reasonable to assume that Sephiroth's training was likely extremely psychologically warping, and, for him, as real as an actual battle considering he's developed a paranoia and survival instinct. Shinra is so fucked up.

His line about not wanting to be a hero sounds WAY more checked out in the Japanese dialogue here. He sounds completely hopeless.

The Mother stuff...ASDFGHJFDGHBFDX

Keep these coming! They're really enhancing the context of these scenes!

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Zoey. What tf is her deal.

idek why I'm making this post. I suppose so I could simply organize my thoughts regarding her as a character?

Btw I might unintentionally exaggerate my words here, I don't think she's a LITERAK DEMON, she's a messed up teenager and I'm just curious Abt her character (as I actually like her)

She very, very clearly cares about status and popularity and appearing completely innocent

She is very adamant about feeling in control or in a higher position, she really cares about power for some reason

She cares a lot about money to the point where she'll get TWO rich boyfriend's for her to gold-dig (one of them being a college student 😨)

She definitely starts a lot of fandom discourse related to that hybrid princess show she likes bc shes too passionate Abt her ships and stuff. (THIS FEELS SO RANDOM TO THROW IN SORRY).

She seems to care a lot about things going her way and others going along w whatever she wants (?)

I feel bad for her why is she dating a college studen ehlp. is she that desperate someone pls save her

She clearly wants to impress lia w her jokes and girlbossing smh she's such a sappho

She probably hates being taken advantage of (as anyone does ofc) such as being blackmailed so she will try and find a way to get revenge

Both maria and lia were shown cringing at her attempts of trying to impress them both so I think she's sorta oblivious

Maybe she's SCARED to lose control? SCARED to be taken advantage of, to be disliked and that's why she's like this? As a form of defense?

She seems to have anger issues (?)

she wants everyone to fear her. she wants to control others ("now he'll have to do my Every bidding! I'm such a girlboss!"(yes))

There's prolly more but on well

pLEASE don't take this as me disliking her

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I don’t know whether I’m getting the wrong idea but I really got the impression in that scene that Shiv realised Roman had experienced some form of sexual abuse. I was never a supporter of that theory but I honestly can’t read that situation any differently. She’s clearly watching Roman’s reaction and lightbulbs go off in her head for whatever reason which leads her to ask the old guard how bad her dad actually was, and she and her brothers had experienced Logan’s emotional abuse and she witnessed Roman’s physical abuse so what else could it be?

Oh, anon, short answer is- I don't know.

But I'll give you a long one, too. (And I made the important bits bold, haha)

First of all, I'm also not really in support of the csa theory, mainly because it asks the viewer to do a lot of inbetween the lines reading, more so than Succession already does on the regular. Secondly, and I hope I don't sound like a dick, I find it a little bit too much. But. Considering that a) there are indeed hints + some cut stuff from the scripts implying it and b) Succession is inspired by "Festen" (and csa is sort of the topic of that film) it is not impossible. Most things in this show aren't impossible if you have a valid argument, which this theory does.

But you are asking me. Personally, "lightbulb moment" yes, 100% love that phrasing. What I think it is- like you said- is Shiv seeing her worst suspicions about abuse (emotional, physical, not sexual) reflected so clearly to her by Roman. Roman of all people, the one that always jokes and makes light of his own abuse and messy inner world. She is starting to connect the dots of bad childhood memories (one of which she just talked about in front of everyone and made it into a somewhat positive thing) and real impact. Like, we know getting yelled at for playing in front of the office might not be the end of that story, especially not for Roman's side but that is left open. But, I guess, Shiv would know. And she would know that there is a direct line from back then to how she sees her brother act and react now. I can't believe I'm saying it, but it's almost like Roman became a real person to her just now.

But she can't have those dots connect right now, because there is business to be done and a father to imitate while doing so. So, she goes to Frank and Karl, she knows they will give her an answer she can live with for now. I think Frank says something like "he was a tough old nut" but, unfortunatly, that other "what you see is what you get" comment is not at all what Shiv wanted to hear, since she did see all kinds of things and there is no good to balance it, not even from the old guard.

On a side note, I also find it interesting that the scene is shot in a way where the story seems to ask Shiv "Will you follow your brother for a real answer or go for the easy way out" and then, when even the easy way is not satisfactory, she doesn't try again. (I do so hope she tries again in the finale)

tl,dr: anon, you are not getting it wrong, i think there are many ways to read this and the ambiguous space that question exists in is exactly what makes it so haunting.

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It was a good first episode. There's always some growing pains before they lock down the dynamic, but this was a solid introduction to what's coming down the pipeline. Murph and Emily successfully broke my heart the most. One's marriage is crumbling and the other's just a really traumatized child. Lou and Ally character's are pretty great and seem to have the most plot going on ATM. That voice Lou's doing is such a choice. Zac and Siobhan need more time before we can fully sink our teeth in. PIB is entertaining, but that's all we got so far. And while I'm desperately trying to block out Siobhan's intro, beyond the stressful horror, Rosamund didn't give us a lot character wise. Looking forward to getting stressed out by the rest of the season.

I was a big fan of this first episode! There was a lot of interesting stuff intro'd with all the new PCs (and I really got a sense of like...Once Upon a Time but competent lol). I already went through my thoughts a bit in the recap for the week but here are some more casual thoughts on everyone.

(1) Rosamund: Roz seems to have retained a lot of her princess niceties and demeanor which is honestly impressive considering her entire Situation. I'm wondering if this is going to be a Ruby style arc where she turns jaded eventually or if she's just going be Like This the whole time. A sunshine-y character in a crapsack world is always an interesting contrast. Also, we kind of started and ended with her since Pinocchio was warned that someone was coming for her. I'm curious if the fairy who cursed her is the same fairy that Pinocchio met.

(2) Ger: Brennan does this really cool thing where the end of the world is happening but you're like, "Oh no! This character cheated on this other character!" The human drama stuff feels just as weighty and often more weighty than the life or death stuff. That's how I feel about Ger's whole situation. He's really a dude in need of some serious self-reflection and I'm charmed by how pathetic he is. The issues he's having with his wife are so grounded in reality, even though they involve conversations that start, "Remember who we started dating when I was a frog?" Can't wait to see more of him--and hopefully Elodie at some point too. Where is she Brennan???

(3) Tim: Once again, everything with the Gander is totally messed up. I really hate the idea of accidentally stumbling into a kind of eldritch pact. You're right that there's a very clear plot hook with him and his mission with the book. From the way it was framed, it almost seems like the book has the "correct" or at least more wholesome versions of the tales in it somehow. Or is a gateway to where those versions exist? Because Brennan said it was their town but without the flooding and Jack looked like how he "was meant to be" or something like that. A lot to think about.

(Sidenote: Me and my friend were joking about whether the bad guy this season was going to be capitalism, or the church and my halfway joking answer is capitalism in the form of some version of the Disney Corporation lol.)

(4) Puss: I don't have a lot to say about Puss that I haven't already said in my recap but I love Zac putting his all into his cat mannerisms and I really love this grounded look at what would actually happen after the Puss in Boots story. Looking forward to getting more info.

(5) Red: Yikesssssssssssssssssssss. Emily just went for the jugular right away, huh? As usual, no notes Ms. Axford. I think it's super cool they mixed the Red story and the Big Bad Wolf story. I wonder if/when we're going to get details on how it went down with her grandma because we never got that. I feel like Emily might steal the emotional killshot crown from Siobhan for me this season.

(6) Pinocchio: OK first of all, no one can say Lou doesn't commit to the bit. Second of all, as I said in my recap and at the top in Roz's section, there's clearly something afoot here. Why does Pinocchio’s stepmom want Roz kept safe? And who even is she? My pet theory (based on very little info to be fair) is that she's Cinderella herself somehow but she could very easily be lots of other people (one of the stepsisters is a guess I didn't mention in my recap). Clearly, we're missing a ton of puzzle pieces here so I'm eager to get more. Also, I’m gonna be so mad when Lou is having a super emotional scene and he’s talking Like That. You monster.

One last thing: I'm curious about the timeline here. Since Roz has been asleep for 100 years it seems, how does that slot in with everything else? How long has this plan involving her been in motion. If Sleeping Beauty happened 100 years ago, when did—for instance--the Cinderella story happen (if it happened)?

OK, that’s what I got. Looking forward to the next ep on Wed!

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RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

your name: Steve! (Or Ezra, do you like Ezra better? You know what, just call me whatever you want.)

Romantic or platonic?: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,romantic, 👉👈

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: I think I heard somewhere that you like carnivals? Let's just make sure Dr. Quinzel hasn't claimed it before we go.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: The second one.

What's your perfect date?: Something on the waterfront or a rooftop. It's a mild night where we can look out onto the city or the reflection of the lights on the water, my arm around you, just the two of us. And also no one's trying to murder us at that particular moment. The simple things.

Would you cook for me?: Yes!

Would you let me cook for you?: Yes!!!

Can we make-out?: Y.Yes.

Make out in private or in public?: Is this an actual necessary question? I don't know?? Do you want to make out where everyone's watching us?

Do you like to cuddle?: Very much so.

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Again, some of these questions don't seem completely necessary. I guess I like being cozy under some nice blankets? Is that what it's asking?

Couch or bed?: For which activity? Couch is nice for cuddling because that's usually where the TV is :)

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Okay, so, I restore old phones and stuff, but it's really a lot more interesting than it sounds! There's a really neat history associated with each model, and it's so cool to learn what parts stay the same over time and what changes, (especially between companies and brands and, y'know, what country they were made in, that sort of thing). It's not just phones, though, some of my favorites I've worked on have actually been those old electrical telegraphs? The wood on those is beautiful, you have to see them sometime. Anyway, the point is that I really just like fixing up any of those old devices, it doesn't have to be strictly a "phone," or whatever. ...what was the question, again?

Tell me something about you no else knows: ...whoof! Is it just me, or did this questionnaire escalate quickly? I mean, it wants me to share a secret that no one else knows in the whole world? That's tough. ...huh. Um. I'm pretty sure Mr. Afton knows literally everything there is to know about me. Except for. What he doesn't know, but you already know that, so. ...I don't know. I'm allergic to pecans but I eat them anyway?

Why do you want to be my valentine?: You're. Wow. Why wouldn't someone want to be your Valentine? You're the whole package. You're top of your field, incredibly skilled and competent... smart, funny, drop-dead gorgeous. And... for Valentine's Day specifically, I think I just want the chance to get to know you when you're not working. Because as perfect as you already are, I know that the more I get to know you, the more you'll continue to impress.

What makes you a good Valentine?: ...after that last question, I'm starting to wonder if I have enough to offer to actually be good enough for y I'd be a a great Valentine! We have a nice rhythm going already, and I really care. I'd go the extra length to make this special. ...and if things go poorly and you decide to off me, you know I won't be able to fight back lmao. (That was a joke.)

Who Wants to be This Potato's Valentine? @mute-call

When not taken with a job, Riversong Locke usually wasn't given to snoop within things that were not expressly 'hers'. Yet as her eyes bore down on the corner of this not-so-very stealthily hidden piece of paper, two words run a rampant chant within her head: 'Read this'. And so she does. Gaze drawn straight-away to the bullet-points and few hastily scratched-out bits, River thought it to be a checklist of some kind at first. Perhaps a grocery list?

That is, until she began reading the paper proper.

Surprise is an understatement, she didn't think he would actually fill-out the thing, let alone do it in a way that was clearly genuine. Was that a spot of pink on her cheeks? It was one of the many things she liked about him though, the way he kept her on her toes.

"Silly darling, you should've just said something..." Yet it was probably far easier to do it this way than face-to-face. Her answer, though?

Plucking a post-it from the table, a single heart is drawn dead-center in pastel-pink ink and dried by slow exhalation of her breath. Still grinning, the 'application' is returned where it once lay, waiting to be found later by the 'Nervous Nancy' she calls her boss.

Should be as resound a 'yes' as any.

[maoam]

Apologies if I came off a certain way but there's a pattern I've noticed in the fandom over the years. The same people who bash Sakura and say she's written to be unlikable are the same people who joke about Naruto and Sasuke being absent fathers and think it's a funny gotcha moment for their ship. Those two in the current canon are far more unlikable than Sakura. She comes across as pathetic in Gaiden but that entire manga was a Team 7 character assassination and people only talk about Sakura.

People blame Sakura for pursuing a guy who shows no interest in her, except it's explicitly written in the manga that Sasuke does care about Sakura, felt the need to apologize to her, and enjoys her company. It's also shown and stated that Sakura does care about Sasuke's feelings and knew he would leave the village that night(although it can be argued that this was to set up the VoTE fight, I still think it's worth mentioning). She's shown in flashbacks alongside Naruto. I don't think Sakura's feelings are too unrealistic, she never stalked him like Hinata did to Naruto, she was just very direct.

Nothing Sakura ever did is as bad as Naruto sending a clone to his kid's birthday party and having his son hate him, or Sasuke disappearing for a decade and never meeting his daughter(in my opinion). It just seems like a double standard. Sasuke clearly likes her and I don't think you have to be a SS shipper to acknowledge this; plenty of people date/marry while being in love with someone else. Also maybe I'm incorrect but awhile back I remember reading that Kishi did want to expand on Sakura more but his editors told him not to.

Sorry for the unsolicited rant but I don't engage in the fanbase that much anymore and I recently returned to Tumblr lol. I didn't even realize they removed the character limit in asks.

I'm starting to feel like a meanie since I drag a character you seem to like, but you are kind of prompting it by sending me asks about it. Your motive seems to be that I'd change my mind about her but it's not going to happen.

Sasuke did care about her when she was part of his team in part 1. He's also a kind boy despite what people think of him. So he gives people chances. And he also noticed Sakura didn't change in the end. That's why he says "I knew it, you really are damned annoying."

We never see him actually enjoy her company (I have no idea where you even got this impression), while Kishimoto goes out of his way to show Sasuke enjoying Naruto's company. He never thinks of Sakura as an individual, only as part of their unit. This is something a lot of people, even people who didn't ship Naruto and Sasuke noticed. In part 2, you can't possibly argue that Sasuke cares about Sakura lol. Kishimoto really rubbed it in everyone's faces how Sasuke didn't have the same consideration for Sakura anymore as he did during their time as a team, and this is something Sakura herself noticed. As for his apology, yes he gave two panel apology to her after he recoinciled with Naruto. He had committed to adapt to a new life where he assisted to make the shinobi world better with Naruto, so it makes sense he would try to get along with Sakura like Naruto many times insisted him to. But it's not like Kishi would sacrifice too much space for this, and Sasuke immediately focuses his attention to Naruto after said apology. Compare this apology to some of the others in the manga, you can tell how lackluster and not as emotionally charged it is.

Sakura cares about Sasuke's feelings? No, she really doesn't. In both of her confessions, she makes everything about herself. She shows she does not listen at all what Sasuke says even in her second confession. "If you stay with me things can go back to the way they were" seriously, she does not understand even the most basic stuff. I don't even need to mention how she compared her shallow feelings to the loss of Sasuke's entire clan, while insisting she hurts as much as he does. As for him leaving, Sakura had been noticing the mark's effect on Sasuke afterwards since she knew it was there, Naruto didn't. Here's a good takedown about it [link].

She's not as bad as Hinata? First of all, being better than Hinata is a low bar to begin with, and nothing to boast about. Secondly plenty of Hinata stans argue she's better than Sakura, by saying "at least Hinata didn't get rejected multiple times while not taking no for an answer like Sakura" while you think Sakura is better because she didn't stalk Sasuke behind a tree. Meanwhile, my opinion is that neither of them can take a hint. And both of them are selfish.

Naruto and Sasuke are gay in a world that wouldn't accept their relationship, so it's far more nuanced for them. You might realize this when you grow up. Both SS and NH also unsurpsingly involve guilt tripping.

As for Sakura, Gaiden is not character assassination for her. Sakura was ready to dump her parents and disrespect them every time they were brought up in front of Sasuke, and she was never redeemed from this, she never was shown to treat them well. In a manga that is about bonds, including family bonds. Lol. She also treats Ino badly because they both like Sasuke. She literally said the reason she treated Naruto so poorly was because she was under the impression Naruto comes between her and Sasuke. It's literally not out of character for her to get pissed at Sarada for bursting her bubble about her relationship with Sasuke.

Sorry but I think you’re the one misinterpreting her character.

[frankenjoly]

Hibiscus and ginger

for @aktgwsibsweek day 2: vampire au coffee talk au (aka cafe frequented by supernatural beings) bcs i crave sweet stuff ft: sskk and atsulucy crumbs

The cafe was still pretty quiet when Gin arrived.

A few people were already sitting here and there, Lucy hummed while brewing coffee, and so far all the seats right in front of the counter were empty. That was where they chose to settle, leaving his bag in the chair right beside her to keep the spot claimed; her brother would be there sooner rather than later, after all.

[A-Gin]: saving a seat for you [Akutagawa R.]: Thank you, Gin.

None of them replied further, but there was no need either. Ryûnosuke hardly ever arrived late, not without a heads-up.

“A couple of tea cups for both of you, I assume?” Lucy greeted her after a few minutes, with her usual smile. “Though I guess you’re gonna wait for him to arrive to actually order.” Gin nodded. She had yet to choose what to drink specifically, and Ryû would do so upon arriving. 

Besides, that wasn’t going to take much time either, since just a few minutes later the door opened and a black bat with white strands of fur flew till the spot Gin had been saving, turning back into Ryûnosuke’s human form once the bag was taken out of the way.

“Greetings.”

Gin offered him a soft smile, at the same time Lucy nodded politely. And shortly after, something that sounded like a tray falling to the floor broke the tranquility.

They could do it with an impressive display of stealth and inconspicuousness, but the younger of the Akutagawas didn’t bother to do so; instead, he shamelessly turned their head to the source, which turned out to be no one other than Nakajima Atsushi all wide-eyed and red-faced. Huh. His dumb cutie heart might not have been enough to handle the sight of Ryûnosuke and Lucy in his range of vision at the same time, an occurrence any regular at the cafe was anything but a stranger to.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” Gin heard him say, when he apparently broke out of that basically frozen mode. She then glanced at their brother, who instantly rolled his eyes while Gin himself snickered in return. Not only did they find the whole thing funny, but deep down she also knew Ryûnosuke wasn’t as bothered by Atsushi’s antics as he let it show.

“One would think those cat reflexes of yours should come in handy.” Lucy instantly commented, with a tone that sounded as flirty as it sounded chastising, and Gin would bet everyone could notice said flirty part except for Atsushi himself.

Anyway, it only took a few minutes to solve the crisis, and then Lucy was once again with them while a very red-faced Atsushi retreated.

“Have anything picked already? ‘Cause I’ve tried a new recipe with hibiscus and ginger you may like.”

“What, ‘cause it’s red and all?” Gin asked back, in what was clearly posing as nothing but a harmless challenge to try them both and their respective tastes. With some other barista, the whole ‘red drink for vampires’ would sound like an overused joke. But when it came to Lucy, one always knew better than to wait for giving it a try before playing critic.

“Maybe.” Lucy leaned on the counter, her eyes moving from one sibling to another in a rhythmic motion. “But mostly ‘cause it’s damn good.”

Ryûnosuke and Gin shared a glance; there was no need for more than that. And at that time, it was her brother who spoke.

“Alright, do your best, Montgomery-san.”

(Also on ao3.)

[gaoau]

Ai love you

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The same way Chifuyu aligned the universe for her, Ikeno Chika seemed to throw her whole world into chaos. It was the right kind of chaos, of course, the type of chaos that didn't allow space for thought and gave her the freedom to sink into her own existence. Her ideas were disastrous and tumbled out of her mouth before she could remember what words were. Being under the influence of Chika's free spirit made her ramble freely about the deepest corners of her mind.

Maybe it was Chika, or maybe it was the alcohol.

For some reason, it seemed not only Chika but all of her colleagues were quite generous when treating one another to a quite expensive bottle of sake. But there was very clearly more to it as they all insisted [Name] kept her sakazuki full. She was trying her best not to gulp it all down the moment someone manhandled the bottle and re-filled it, but with how Chika grabbed her by the shoulder to encourage her to drink more, she couldn't really do much. Still, there was more sake spilled on the table than seeping into her bloodstream.

She was admittedly a little tipsy and slow in recognizing her own movements, but it was nothing compared to Ueno Sasaki as he swung his glasses in the air while reminding everyone he loved them all dearly. "And you!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking from how high it was reaching. He pointed his glasses at [Name] and if she didn't know any better, she would've thought it was a threat. "You, [Surname]-san! You're just as amazing! Your ideas?! They fascinate me! Cheers!" And there he went again, filling up her sakazuki as if she hadn't had enough.

Across from her, Hiroki Naomi, the very dependable woman that loved to bicker with Chika, wasn't acting very dependable as she swallowed gulp after gulp of beer. She hummed, waving��her glass in [Name]'s general direction. "You've got an eye for trends, I tell ya! Like, designs and stuff? It's really impressive!"

"Well, I better after all these years," [Name] laughed light-heartedly. She kept herself from cringing as another puddle of sake formed on the table where Chika was trying to fill up her own sakazuki.

She downed the alcohol in an instant, almost scaring [Name] with how smoothly it went down. As she slammed the container on the table, making droplets of sake jump around, she wrapped her free arm around [Name] to pull her close. "No, no, there's more to what Minao is saying," she managed to slur out. The nicknames she had for other people were undeniably cute. [Name] waited for the day she would scramble the hiragana in her name to give her one too. "You have, like, this thing when it's about colors. Not just fashion, y'know what I mean?" [Name] did not, in fact, know what she meant.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that!" It seemed Naomi did, though. "You just look at colors differently! Like you know what will go boom in the industry!"

She genuinely had no idea what anyone was saying anymore—probably the effects of the alcohol drilling into the chaos in her brain, jumbling her world and the words spouted at her face. It seemed like she couldn't control the way her eyes worked from the outside. It seemed people in her field were just as observant as Kazutora was. Laughter spilled from her lips on instinct while Chika cooed at her flushed cheeks. "I'm probably just making up for what I can't see when I paint." It was meant to be a joke, weightless and airy, so why did the room fall silent?

Chika's index finger, still buried in her cheek, suddenly burned on her skin. She pulled away a second later to instead grasp her palms with her manicured hands. She squinted at the fingers she was cradling so gently and then gasped, "I knew it was acrylic paint!" Excitedly, she forced [Name]'s hand into everyone's field of vision. "You do art, don't you, [Name]?! Man, I've been dying to ask! You always come with paint on your hands and then you said you had to draw that picture and I really want to see!"

"You're an artist?!" Sasaki hollered with more enthusiasm than anyone had expected. He ignored her meek murmur of not strictly. "[Surname]-san, you're so great!" It looked like he was ready to burst into tears of pure pride. This time he didn't bother re-filling her sakazuki and took a swing straight from the sake bottle for himself. He was surely going to regret that in the morning, but everyone else in the room allowed him to have his fun.

"[Surname]-san, can you show us?" another one of her colleagues piped up. He was thankfully more sober than the rest and knew better than to raise his voice unnecessarily.

Chika intercepted before [Name] could deny them. "Please, [Name], I'm dying to see!" She pulled off the puppy eyes quite well.

She was very fortunate that lately her artworks had been worth snapping a few pictures of. Rather reluctantly, she opened her gallery app to scroll through the drawings and paintings she was willing to show anyone that wasn't herself or Ai. Her face burned in embarrassment at how much space Chifuyu occupied in her storage. The painting of that rainy night when they went out for dinner, the spreads of his vibrant eyes in her sketchbook, even the first few squares she'd managed to fill in on the gigantic canvas. She breathed out in relief when she found the few paintings of Ai, a city distorted from a fish eye, and a few ponds she'd drawn in pastels.

Trusting her phone in Chika's hands, six people huddled around them to get at least a glimpse of [Name] behind her work persona. They gasped in awe and cheered in her ear, an endless string of compliments tumbling incoherently from their lips. She could catch questions about Ai among the discord of voices, cooing at the puppy and how they would love to meet him sometime. It seemed the landscapes of snow were dazzling, the pond looked like Naomi would love to drown in, and the colors in the city had never been more inviting.

When her phone returned to her hands, grins and beams surrounding her with praise and admiration, Chika drew her attention towards her. "Who's the handsome man there?" she questioned innocently, "You draw him a lot, don't you?" That was not as innocent.

[Name] was suddenly glad that Sasaki had filled up her sakazuki. She gulped it down in a second, her head spinning. She wasn't too sure if her reddened cheeks was her bashfulness or the alcohol. Probably both.

Chika squealed beside her at her lack of response. "You're kidding me! Is he your boyfriend?!"

Now [Name] knew that her cheeks burning and the room crumbling in her vision and the pounding on her temple were all from the embarrassment. Damn it, if only Kazutora hadn't forced these ideas into her head. She was fine with hanging around Chifuyu every once in a while as she dropped by for more food, but now here she was, drunk with her co-workers, picturing the feeling of having Chifuyu as a partner. Ah, it was getting really hot. An uncomfortable warmth spread through her body as she tried to hide herself away from the prying eyes consuming her, barely managing to croak out a denial to Chika's question.

Just the thought of it sent her heart beating at record speed. How was she supposed to handle her own brain with all these ideas infesting it? First, the possibility of liking him; second, the recognition of her own dependency on him; now third, the image of being even closer to him than she had ever contemplated. Was she even allowed to fantasize about something she wasn't too sure about? She was even mildly afraid of the amount of affection she held for Chifuyu. She couldn't really tell right from wrong anymore. It might have been the intoxication of all those shots of sake, or it might have been Chifuyu's peace and joy wrapping her in nonsense.