#adonis rant

[adonis-makes-bad-decisions]

HOW THE FUCK DID I NOT SEE THIS BEFORE OH MY GOD???? THEY TALKED???? THEY ACTUALLY EXCHANGED WORDS???? JULIÁN MADE THE FIRST MOVE???? MY HEART??? Currently giggling during PE oh my god

Im very normal about this :3 very normal :3

[eclown4hire]

UNDEAD but Volleyball!

[chiisana-lion]

[melaninpov]

I’m going to be completely honest, I’m irritated. And I know that sounds crazy because this doesn’t affect my life at all. We are total strangers. But I can’t help but be annoyed. The day of? Really? How many more times is this going to be delayed? I thought the Prosecutors had a slam dunk case. It’s been 4 months. What’s the hold up? The defense had their stuff together in days but you, the one who refuses to drop the charges, need more time? How much more time do you need to prove that he assaulted his ex? Did he or didn’t he? I’m not that familiar with how this stuff works but is this what really happens? Trial dates keep getting pushed back cause lawyers aren’t prepared to defend their case? If this is how I feel, imagine what’s going on in that man head. Speedy trial my a—! I’m ready to know the verdict. Y’all worried about the wrong stuff. Instead of focusing your attention on Meagan Good being there, let’s talk about why this was delayed. Do you have a case or not? Either drop it or let’s go. This is draining. Everybody and their mama swear he’s guilty. Then why is it taking more than 4 months to prove it?

New trial date is September 6, the day before his freaking birthday. Y’all make me sick.

[mistyjessart]

adonis art i did for class <3m

[subzeromoron]

Darkness 4 mv when

[alurite-l]

I know it’s color theory but oh my fucking god

[payaso-affairs]

Lotte catching Piccolo all oranged up checking himself out in a mirror KAKDSKD

[ur-mousey]

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Collar x Malice Ponytail and Stalkers

I'm a slut for one and not so much the other.

Plot Summary: In the world of a dystopian Shinjuku, Japan. Follow Ichika Hoshino solve the X-Day cases of July, September and October, while falling into turbulent love affairs. See part one to learn more about the overall plot and my thoughts on the MC.

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There are three routes that you could get stuck with on your first play of Collar X Malice. And I got Okazaki Kei's route.

But, oh boy, should he have been a part of the unlockable characters. His storyline would've made more sense that way.

For the optimal completion order of the game, it is advised to choose Enomoto Mineo and/or Sasasuka Takeru for the first two plays. Then in proceeding order, venture through Okazaki Kei, Shiraishi Kageyuki, and Yanagi Aiji routes.

By this logic, I placed myself in the worse possible situation. Smack dab in the middle. I played the two middle routes. 😅

Warning: Heavy Spoilers for all concerning Okazaki Kei and Shiraishi Kageyuki!!

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Thoughts on Okazaki Kei:

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Rating: ( my opinion ) July's Case Story Building = 6/10 Datability = 4/10 Overall fun = 4.6/10

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Endings:

End 4 (Failure of a Fan) : Hoshino Ichika gets shanked by a groupie gal in a bunny jacket. ~ What's her deal? Don't know.

End 5 (You're such a Strange Person) : Okazaki threatens to go to the police after Hoshino's conversation with Suguwara Rika where she comes off as a conspirator. Adonis proceeds to poison her.

End 6 (You Weren't the One) : Okazaki decides to go to the police with the information about the collar. He proceeds to get shot and dies a meaningless death. ~ We'll dissect this ending. He pissed me off.

End 7 (A Dying Wish) : Hoshino Ichika ran after Sanjou, the perp of the August murders, and boom!!! She died via landmine.

End 8 (Icy Hands and Demon Whispers) : Hoshino misses the final shot against Zero, the leader of Adonis, and she is killed. Okazaki is tormented over his failures that he contemplates suicide. After he talks himself out of it, Zero finds and murders him.

True End 9 (✖️) : Hoshino and Okazaki are able to destroy the base and get away. Not before Hoshino gets fatally wounded. Okazaki is the knight and shinning armor who gets her to safety. They share a kiss in her hospital room. Everything is peaceful. ~ As True Endings goes, there's more to this ending. I'm not gonna talk about it.

Pros and Cons : ( All of Okazaki Kei's pros can be seen as a con )

Okazaki Kei is overtly affectionate. His touch starve nature can be endearing and a curse. Once he holds you down, you're stuck.

Okazaki Kei is protective and possessive. If you like the bodyguard esc archetype, he is your man...

However, Okazaki Kei demands his partner to fully rely on him, and he isolates Hoshino from other people. She couldn't even reach out independently to the Detective Agency who are more than capable of helping.

Okazaki Kei is kinda an overgrown baby. He has amazing reflexes for combat, but that's about it. Simple domestic chores are hard for him. He tried to make tea and fucked it up.

Okazaki Kei plays hot and cold. It's subtle but there. IF you do not give him the exact answer he's looking for, he get's sulky.

Okazaki Kei's entire moral philosophy is a red flag. And he is really stubborn about it = another red flag. ~ We'll have to talk about it.

Review :

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I went into his route thinking that I would like him. I was mistaken. He is the worst of all the characters so far. And, the only other route that I've completed was Shiraishi Kageyuki. Let's start:

The July Case = A woman is harassed by her male stalker in a public area of Shinjuku. He is flailing a knife whilst threatening her life. "If I can't have you, no one can" -type energy. Before any harm could be done, a random civilian disarms the stalker and lands a fatal blow to his heart, effectively killing him.

I don't plan to go more in-depth about the case itself. Maybe after I play through all the routes, will I then, do a separate post. However, as of now, I want to say that I am disappointed by this case.

It was extremely easy to put the puzzle pieces together. And with the help of Okazaki Kei, we quickly solved the August case. Or at least we know who the killer was but not the perpetrator. As in, we don't know who hired the killer to be the assassin. Which we'll most likely learn in Sasazuka Takeru's route.

Due to the concept of substitution murders, I fear this would cause many of the routes to lack in the murder mystery department.

We'd learned valuable information regarding August's case by solving July as quickly as possible. Ultimately sidelineing that story to follow on a random lead which should've been explored in Sasazuka Takeru's route.

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Now, onto the man himself.

Okazaki's Kei's philosophy is mortifying. He sees himself as an empty shell whose purpose relies on the livelihood of the 'one'. His life is not capable of meaning unless he dies protecting someone with inherent value. When he first meets Hoshino Ichika, he is not looking at her, he is purely evaluating her worth to conform to his toxic ideology.

End 6 (You Weren't the One) Okazaki is aware that Hoshino poses no threat. He understands the circumstances of the collar and how she's a forced pawn in the grand scheme of things. If the police get wind of the collar, Hoshino and the people she loves are at risk of danger.

You wanna know what this man does. Okazaki Kei takes Hoshino to the park where he confronts her. He explains that he'll take her case to the police. All because she, rightfully!!!, didn't want to get shot.

He is a bitch. He put an innocent person in danger because she didn't fit his suicide mission. And he does this again in End 5.

Okazaki Kei's affection raises based on your dependency of him. The more you talk about him, the more he likes you. That's bullshit. And, in comparison, Shiraishi Kageyuki's affection grows as you're honest and authentic with him.

Okazaki Kei is possessive. Hoshino needed the help of the Detective Agency for they are her only resource to investigate Adonis. However, he keeps her away from utilizing their skills. It is not until Adonis pins their backs against the wall that Okazaki relies on Yanagi's protection.

I love the Yandere coated characters. However, Okazaki Kei was not it for me. I founded that I got frustrated with him.

Okazaki Kei uses evasive speech against Hoshino Ichika to agree to his ideology in the beginning of the route. Then, when you have the audacity to fight against his suicide mission, he argues with you. He suffers from survivors guilt due to a past mission where he failed to protect others, resulting in a fellow officer's death.

It made little sense. The officer who had died was latter revealed to be an Adonis spy. His objectives were to kill the VIP client who the Special Protection (SP) Division sought to protect. However, he did fail and it resulted in his after saving Okazaki Kei from fallen rubble.

"It's your fault," were his final words. But what did he mean by that!?

The spy failed his mission. The SP division did not, albeit they got shit from not stopping a bomb. *Side-eye* But, how was the spy's failure Okazaki Kei's fault? Especially since Okazaki was not aware that a spy was amongst the rank.

Meaning that he did nothing to prevent the spy's movements. Also Okazaki Kei found out his coworker was a spy after his passing.

Did the spy mean that Okazaki Kei caused his death? Sure. I guess. But, no one told the spy to protect him, when his mission consisted of murdering someone.

And if anything, Okazaki Kei should be glad that he died because:

A - he was a spy and threatened the client's life that...

B - Okazaki was sworn to protect to the highest degree at the cost of his own life. To say the least, this means, Okazaki would've had to kill him anyways if the event presented itself. But, what do I know.

It's understandable that Okazaki Kei would have a warped sense of self. However, I hate that this is used as an explanation for putting the person he supposedly loves through psychological abuse.

My consensus is that he's a bitch.

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Thoughts on Shiraishi Kageyuki:

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Rating: ( my opinion ) September + October's Case Story Building = 9.2/10 Datability = 8/10 Overall fun = 9/10

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Endings:

End 24 (Let me Hear Your Voice) : Hoshino Ichika gets murdered by Sugawara Rika, the stalker victim in July. ~ Granted she had a rough day. Wrong place, wrong time.

End 25 (Doll with Closed Eyes) : Shiraishi, without anyone's help, confronts Zero and is killed in the process. His lifeless body is left out where he would feed the cats. ~ CRIES!

End 26 (Trick of the Imagination) : Hoshino fails negotiating with the twins and the brother shot her, effectively killing her.

End 27 (Happy End) : Hoshino is successful in killing Zero. But, the poison in the collar gets activated and she falls unconscious, losing her memories. In an underground bunker, Shiraishi nurses his lover to health where the two remain forever. He is honest to Hoshino

End 28 (BloodStained Lamentation) : Hoshino becomes apart of Adonis and Shirashi, her pet. He mourns the fact that he couldn't protect her. ~ I need a spin-off of this ending. Also I wasn't aware that Adonis ripped out Shiraishi vocal cords in this ending.

End 29 (➗) : Same as Happy end, except, Shiraishi lies about his connection to Hoshino. He's only her 'doctor', but she finds it hard to believe. After a year, Hoshino recovers her strength and its time for the two to part way. Shirashi takes her to the Detective Agency to celebrate Christmas. During his final goodbye, his lover regains her memories. The pair agree to stand by each other. Shiraishi has to pay for his crimes. ~ This ending had me so conflicted.

Pros and Cons : ( I am completely biased )

Shiraishi Kageyuki is a cat lover, and he acts like one. He feeds all the stray cats. *Me crying over Number 14* He is witty, intelligent and independent. He values honesty and authenticity.

In comparison to Okazaki's route, Shiraishi Kageyuki realizes that Hoshino needs other people to socialize with. When Hoshino was stressed, he asked Mukai Eriko to take her drinking. ↓

Which goes to show that, our Shiraishi Kageyuki is super attentive to the needs of those he cares for. Including the 30-or-so cats, he can differentiate. And, he understands that he can't always be the one to cheer Hoshino up directly.

Shiraishi Kageyuki has a tendency to write other's off. He doesn't see the value in most people. So, his actions come off as harsh to those who can't understand him. Later, this aspect of his becomes endearing.

Shiraishi Kageyuki is a product of his environment. This makes him nonchalant to his own wellbeing. He see's himself as disposable.

Shiraishi Kageyuki is a murder and a spy for Adonis. He could have easily betrayed Hoshino if you fail to grab his attention. ~ I wonder how this will affect Yanaji Aiji's route.

Review :

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I knew from the moment I saw this eccentric man with cat ears that I would be obsessed. Oh, how correct I was in that assumption. I hated that he was a locked character, because I would have chosen him in a heartbeat. Fuck everyone else.

The September and October Case = On September 7th, a countdown video is uploaded, unconnected to any crimes. That same day, a man is found dead in his apartment, ruled a suicide until a roman numeral and Adonis coin are discovered in his home. His death was a masked homicide. And, the police were successful in locating his murder who they detained.

Then, on October 7th, the murder is found hanged in his cell. He had committed suicide. Another video is uploaded, and the robotic voice speaks: "I am, she is, he is... not needed in this world."

"I wasn't allowed to wish for happiness. From the very moment that I was born, I was unnecessary."

This case broke me. It was executed perfectly, and the case mirrored Shiraishi Kageuki's internal struggles between his desires and the will of Adonis. Like with Okazaki's review, I don't plan to dwell on the case much. However, I was broken hearted for the lives that the twins and Shiraishi lost. They deserved happiness. And the notion, "I am, she is, his is... not needed in this world," would now always ring in my soul.

Now, onto the man himself.

Shiraishi Kageuki is the head of Forensics at the Shinjuku precinct. A bad reputation follows him due to his blunt and eccentric nature. The man couldn't be bothered to learn names, trivial curtesies are lost on him, and he rather hang with cats. Humans are predictable until he is forced to watch over Hoshino Ichika. She doesn't disguise her dislike of him, or put on an act to work with him. She is unabashedly honest and genuinely sympathetic to other's plights out of a sense of justice.

It's unexpected. And it draws Shiraishi Kageyuki in. At first, he teases the idea of growing attached. He likes observing her. He even learned Hoshino's name. Then it becomes a real companionship. Nothing like he'd ever thought he deserved. It frustrates him, these new emotions, because he was taught that his only purpose was to be a doll.

To serve the orders of Adonis, a perfect doll wouldn't have the need for love. Shiraishi Kageyuki, orphaned at a young aged was fostered by Adonis, and knew of this fact. He'd learned shutting his emotions off would carry him far in life. Yearning for a family was futile. Much like yearning in general for anything.

He was unnecessary. Not needed in this world. Adonis gave him the role of a doll. It was Shiraishi Kageyuki's purpose to serve. To be any and everything Adonis needed to be. Including a murder.

However, he yearned for Hoshino daily until he gathered the strength to become anew in the wake of her presence. Shiraishi Kageyuki isn't a doll, he is a human. And this is my love letter to him.

Points of Contention :

The True Ending of Shiraishi Kageyuki's route was questionable?

I don't understand the logistics of it all. And I'm not the biggest fan of the amnesia trope in media. It shouldn't have been in the game at all. Collar X Malice does set up a memory wiping mechanic at the hands of Adonis, but I wish it was not implemented.

It would've been interesting to see convicted felons of Adonis remain silent due to their overwhelming faith in their cause. However, we do not get that for magical memory lost poison.

However, despite my initial dissatisfaction of the ending, I saw that it suited Shiraishi Kageyuki. It was bittersweet but hopeful. I can't wait to see his route again in the Unlimited version.

I would rather not unpack all the illegal shit that went on in the true ending, however, it must be done:

Shiraishi Kageuki essentially kidnaped(?) Hoshino for a year. He is a wanted man for murder, and he's evading law enforcement. That is added jail time. And, he is using black market connections to house and supply Hoshino's recovery. Um... He's still the best boy.

P.S. I need a spin-off game of End 28 Blood Lamenation!!!

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Thank you for reading! Request rules are here! Follow my ig = lil.thoughts.xo! Do you agree or disagree? Comment down below!

Here's proof that Enomoto Meneo would be the best older bro to Kazuki)

if there's one thing that okazaki's gonna do every route, it's start shit

[adonis-makes-bad-decisions]

Also have you guys seen the ICJ’s ruling on the genocide case against Israel? I think it is definitely a huge step forward knowing how the ICJ works.

But hearing them say that it is “plausible” that Israel “may be” committing genocide and concluding that only “some of” the evidence presented by South Africa is valid is fucking WILD😭 all that yapping about taking provisional measures but still no ceasefire? Which is the first thing that should happen? But I guess that’s how the ICJ works since experts have said that a ruling on the overall case may take YEARS.

I’ll link an Al Jazeera article talking about the ruling and explaining it thoroughly and doing that very well, so I do definitely recommend reading it :)

[pseudowho]

ummmmmmmmmmmm so i really haven’t been able to get that nanami thirst out of my head, the one where he has girls vying for his attention at all times but he only has eyes for you. THAT ONE MADE ME WANNA START KNAWING ON MY PHONE I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW but can i possibly ask for something like how the reader takes nanami home after a nice, long, and full day of girls falling over themselves to get his attention and absolutely rocks his world to show that he’s yours….. you get my drift 🌚🌚🌚 (sorry if this ask is too long ive just been thinking about your writing and nothing elseeee 😭)

Oh, you mean THIS OLD THING? I get you...it's hot.

...anyway:

"I'm just sick of it, frankly. It's disrespectful. A total wild abandon of even the most basic manners..." Kento ranted as you followed him through the door, biting your lip, your smile barely-there. You had been on Cloud Nine all day. Any time you had looked up, his eyes were on you. Any time another woman tried to touch him, he shied away as if she were poison. Seeing Kento completely lose his mind at Gojo's flirtations had been the final straw.

Kento may have worshipped you, but you were obsessed with him. You burned for him. You would walk through fire, if he would ignore the lick of the flames just to hold your hand.

Kento was so lost in his rant, that he could barely look at you, grumbling to himself as he stripped off his tie. He tossed it to the floor, stalking away, infuriated...before pausing, heading back and hanging his tie up with a huff. You heard him pace into the bathroom, hearing the taps begin to run as Kento drew a bath.

Knowing he was climbing into the tub to try to scrub away the covetous stares of other women, you waited. And thought. And pondered. And stewed. Each glance, each fingertip-brush of his sleeve, each filthy pointed glare in your direction. You festered with the audacity. While you were gracious, and magnanimous in public, in private, Kento was yours. You heard him slip into the bath. You slipped into something darker.

The bathroom door swung open, slowly, thoughtfully. You leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. Kento lay draped in the clawfoot tub in the bathroom, bespoke, and big enough for him to lie down without needing to bend his legs. Those arms that you loved, thick and corded, flipped over the edges, bubbles tracing down the edges of his biceps. He frowned, his eyes closed, deep in thought.

"I'm sorry." Kento murmured, finally. "I don't try to make other women...act like that."

You hummed, examining your nails.

"I know," you purred, stepping over to him, perching lightly on the edge of the tub, "you're just too...just too much, aren't you?" Kento's eyes flicked open at your tone, seeing your unbridled rage behind some gossamer veneer. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as that hungry, vengeful gaze trailed down his naked body, a soapy Adonis. The bubbles masked how his cock twitched beneath the surface, too primal to restrain itself just for Kento's uncertainty.

"...darling?" Kento asked, swallowing thickly. He may not be in trouble, but he knew when he was in danger. You pressed one finger to his lips, your other hand beginning to trail circles across his chest, your gaze holding his own. The trails scorched, wildfires left in the wake of your touch. By the time your fingertips started grazing light circles over his nipples, Kento squirmed, his lips parting in a humid gasp beneath your finger.

"How could they know how it is, after all?" You whispered, your fingernails scratching lightly down his chest and belly, now. You leaned over Kento, your clothed breasts dipping into the water, bubbles rushing to invade the valley of your cleavage. Kento trembled, his mind going blank as you silenced him, held him hostage, blood rushing to his cock and making him dumb.

"How could they know that you fall over yourself to sink your tongue inside me?" Your fingers grazed through the honeyed hair on Kento's lower belly, and you clapped a hand over his mouth, capturing the muffled little groan in your palm. The tip of his cock, long, thick and ready, bobbed to the surface, pre-cum mixing with bubbles on his slit.

"How could they know the sounds you make when I ride you? The sounds you make when you cum down my throat? Show me them." You released your hand for just a moment, a husky, ragged moan bursting free. Kento's eyes beseeched you, for release from this blissful punishment. You bit your lip again, a wicked smile in your eyes, and god, how he'd start riots and burn cities for you for just one chance one shot for you only yours for your eyes alone--

"Look at you...such a big man. So strong. The truth is, you could pin me down and do whatever you wanted to me. And you do." You laughed, reaching lower to fondle Kento's heavy, aching balls beneath the surface, feeling him cry out, muffled behind your hand again, twisting and arching out of the water.

"But we both know that behind closed doors...I'm the one that has you pinned down, right? You'd drop everything for me...right?" Kento nodded frantically, a bead of sweat dripping down his chest. He saw stars when your hand gripped his cock, the squeeze tight and possessive. You moaned, soft and wet already, just with the silky-steel weight of him in your palm.

"So just remember, when you're dancing away from all those other girls..." Your hand gripped harder, netting Kento's desperate rumbling moans in your fingers, and beginning to stroke his cock, twisting gently from ball to tip until he bucked into your fist. You kept your hand still, letting him fuck upwards into you. You ignored the splashes as hot bubbled water crept over the edge, splattering onto the floor.

"...remember who you're dancing for, Nanami Kento." Kento was lost, overstimulated by your filth, the myriad erotic images you cast upon his vision, the sheer biting ownership you placed upon him...and, god, it was good. You moved your hand faster now, lubricated by the soap, masturbating Kento until he panted, his eyes glazed and hot beneath your hungry cross-examination.

Reaching for the showerhead, still working on his cock, you set the pressure high, and dipped it beneath the water. So lost was he in being wetly jerked off by you, Kento shouted, fucking upwards again to feel you aim the jet at his balls, forcing them to clench and tighten. Kento couldn't think anymore. Being edged so ferociously had him reeling, and his existence narrowed to just your hands on his cock your hands on his mouth the shower jet pulsing hot water at the base of his length.

"--do anything I'll do anything please-- get in here-- let me love you, please-- shit--cum inside you, please, I-- I can't-- can't take anymore--"

He felt his orgasm building at speed, feeling so pathetic, like a desperate rutting virgin, to be spending himself so easily in your hand. You released the showerhead, and he grasped at your thighs, trying to urge his fingers between your legs. He needed to dip his fingers into your pussy to make this orgasm golden, needed that wet heat around his thick digits--

You grasped his hand, licking his forefinger into your mouth, and Kento cursed aloud, crying out in anguish.

"--fuck...darling I promise I promise, I-- I--"

"...you...you...what?" You urged, fisting around his cock harder to drag him towards the edge. With the hook behind his navel, and the lick of your tongue against his fingers, Kento's eyebrows drew together, his thighs beginning to twitch as his balls tightened up, ready to spend himself in your hand.

You stopped, releasing Kento's twitching cock abruptly. Kento gasped, his chest heaving, rendered stupid and confused.

"...remember who takes care of you, yeah?"

Cooler than a winter morning, you stood, your breasts dripping with pre-cum glossed bubbles. Walking towards the doorframe, you turned, and blew Kento a kiss. He watched you with feverish eyes, gasping and twitching, leaned half forwards, white-knuckled hands gripping the tub.

"--don't--don't leave-- darling-- please-- so close, I--I'm so close..."

With one further bite of your lip, you rubbed his pre-cum between your fingers and reached down, dipping them just inside your entrance with a sweet, high moan.

Throwing his head back, cursing, and spitting, Kento came untouched, thick ropes of seed striping up his abdomen. Kento groaned, bucking against thin air and wishing desperately he was nestled, like your fingers, inside your tight little pussy, taken most of the way to heaven just by imagining it as he came.

You touched yourself to the convulsing, jerking image of him moaning your name, for months to come. Knowing Nanami Kento was yours, and knowing Nanami Kento was yours, were two different beasts entirely.

It was only when you heard Kento's hulking form stand from the bath, the water cascading down as if off a demon's back, that you realised it was your turn to be in danger.

[chiisana-lion]

today on do i actually want to draw or am i acting by a set of ridiculous unspoken rules applying to only myself

[steddiealltheway]

Some College AU

It’s about an hour after what Eddie is now naming “The Incident” when he storms into Nancy’s room. He glances down to the left where Nancy's roommate leaves her red converse - announcing she’s in the room. But right now, they're gone and only Nancy's shoes are in the spot. So, Eddie flops down on the plush rug in the center of the room and covers his eyes with his hands.

“Nancy, I fucked up. It was so embarrassing,” Eddie sighs and hears the telltale click of a laptop shutting from above him. She must be in her lofted bed, but it doesn’t matter because he needs to rant. “You know, maybe I should go ahead and drop out and save myself the embarrassment of once again running into the human embodiment of every single wet dream I’ve ever had.”

There’s a slight gasp that Eddie knows is Nancy’s “Eddie we’ve been friends forever, but there are just some things I do not need to know about you” gasp. But it’s not her turn to talk. In fact, she’s the exact reason he’s in this predicament because without her convincing him to apply to the same college and actually go with her, then he would never be here.

Eddie groans and rolls over onto his stomach burying his face in the rug. He points up behind him gesturing vaguely towards where Nancy is sitting and says, “This is all your fault, but thank you for always shampooing your carpet it smells nice.” It comes out more as a muffled mess, so Eddie sighs and turns his head to the side.

“But anyways. I had my damn intro to economics class, and please tell me why we have to take foundation courses later because I think it’s the stupidest thing on this planet except for me at the moment. Because before that class a beautiful, kind man had to clean chocolate milk out of his sweater because of me. And this is exactly why I will never show my face in the dining hall again or anywhere on campus, so I will never run into that perfect man again. End of story.” Eddie finishes his rant, knowing he’s going to say more because he still feels like a stupid idiot. Because yes, spilling a drink on someone is bad, but that’s just clumsiness and nerves and that’s forgivable. But when Adonis himself is target of said drink, and the drink is goddamn chocolate milk… that’s unforgivable.

Eddie groans and rolls onto his back to stare up at Nancy who will likely have her head poked over the side of her bed with that flat look of “are you done yet?” solely expressed through a tight smile. Only, Nancy isn’t peaking over the side of her bed. But out of the corner of his eye, he spots someone else glancing over the edge of Nancy’s roommate’s lofted bed.

Holy shit. It’s hot dining hall man. “Fuck shit fuck damnit,” Eddie eloquently says, scrambling to get up and immediately backing up into Nancy’s desk. “What the fuck?” Eddie heaves out. He’s died, and gone to his own personal Hell, that’s the only explanation for it.

“I’ve never been called beautiful before,” the man says with a big smile, cheeks slightly pink, and holy shit he’s so beautiful. Maybe Eddie has died and gone to his own personal heaven. Then the man is climbing down the ladder and giving Eddie the view of his life before he’s right in his space. “I’m Steve,” he says, holding his hand out.

Eddie automatically takes it and wills any part of his brain to work but it’s all been turned to goo as he shakes his hand. “What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, and he thanks himself for at least somehow reacting although he sounds pretty breathless.

“Robin’s my best friend. I'm just waiting for her to get back, but I think her and Nancy went out to get groceries or something. But it’s nice to formally meet you…” Steve trails off, and Eddie notices he’s still holding his hand with his very clammy one.

“Eddie,” he supplies when he realizes what Steve is prompting. Gosh he has such nice lips... and eyes… and hair… and a really nice nose honestly and… Eddie stops when he realizes he’s blatantly checking the man out once again. “Shit,” Eddie mumbles under his breath and takes his hand back.

“I’ve also never been called the human embodiment of someone’s wet dreams before,” Steve says. Oh shit. He’s really going to bring that up and not move past it. Eddie sighs, and prepares to apologize when he notices… Steve is smiling. An overwhelmingly charming type of smile as if he was flirting.

Eddie opens his mouth and says the first thing that comes to mind, “I spilt my chocolate milk on you.” He cringes. Okay, thinking before speaking is something else he needs to work on this semester. Got it.

“You did,” Steve says with an amused smile. He points to his shirt. “Changed and everything. Plus, the other sweater is fine, and it was too warm to wear today anyways.”

That is an absolute lie because it’s freezing outside. But Eddie doesn’t call him out on it. Instead he says, “Blue is a nice color on you. In the color way, not the… depressed way. Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie pauses, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. He opens them and with a wide smile he says, “Hell of a way to make a first impression.”

“I’ve noticed you around before,” Steve admits as if it were no big deal although their campus is fairly large, and Eddie had somehow never seen him before today, so he has no idea how that was possible.

“How have I never noticed you before?” Eddie asks honestly but takes pride in the way it makes Steve’s face flush. “Maybe you can make it up to me - all that lost time when my eyes were not graced by your beauty.” Yeah, he's still got it.

Steve laughs pleasantly and looks away somewhat bashfully, but he quickly recovers and leans into Eddie space. “Just tell me how to make it up to you, and I’ll do it.”

Eddie swallows. Oh, this is dangerous. He is dangerous. And Eddie knows exactly what he’s going to request first-

The door opens, and Eddie and Steve’s heads snap to the side. Nancy walks in and freezes.

“What’s wrong Nance? Why did you-” Robin walks in and also freezes. She takes a second to recover before she cracks a big smile and nudges Nancy. "You owe me ten bucks."

Nancy sighs and sets her grocery bags down then digs through her purse emerging with ten dollars which she hands to Robin. What the hell?

"What's that about?" Steve asks, not taking a step out of Eddie's personal space, but he's really not complaining.

"Robin bet ten bucks that you two would somehow meet and hit it off before we could introduce you guys," Nancy says then turns and smacks Robin on the arm. "You planned this didn't you?"

Robin puts her hands up. "I had no idea Steve or Eddie were coming over. Not my fault that we gave them copies of our keys."

"They're for emergency use only though," Nancy says then turns an accusatory finger at the boys. "What was your emergency?"

Eddie catches a quick glance at Steve. They both know what Eddie's "emergency" was, but Steve looks a bit reluctant to admit his. A quick glance towards Nancy, and Eddie is immediately spilling out the truth, "I ran into a hot guy in the dining hall and spilled chocolate milk all over him and needed to rant."

Nancy looks disappointed but satisfied in the answer, so she turns to Steve expectantly. Steve shoots Eddie a quick glance and runs a hand through his hair. He gives in and admits, "A cute guy spilled chocolate milk on me, and I wanted to talk about it..."

Eddie gapes at Steve. There's no way. There's absolutely no way this gorgeous man was there for that reason. Holy shit. Steve turns to Eddie and softly smiles at him, and Eddie absolutely melts at the sight.

Robin laughs, "Nancy, you owe me twenty bucks." And bless Nancy, she reaches into her purse and hands Robin ten more dollars as Eddie and Steve continue to stare at each other.

Maybe going to college was the best thing Nancy has ever convinced Eddie to do.

I currently have about zero time to be writing stuff, but I missed you all and missed getting to write steddie content, so I'm just glad to get something down.

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Feedist Kinktober: Magic Mirror

Intended to be part of a series of one-shots in response to @fatguarddog’s Feedist Kinktober 2024 prompts, but I loved the prompt and it became a much bigger story than I expected. The prompt was Magic Mirror.

I had mixed feelings about Theo moving in with me. We’d met several years ago through a friend of a friend, and he and his boyfriend Luca were invited to a lot of the same parties as me. I never really clicked with Luca… He was incredibly good looking and obsessively sculpted his body at the gym, giving him the look of an Adonis. But he knew he was gorgeous and used it as an excuse to treat people poorly.

Theo was different. He was smart, funny and exceptionally kind. For the most part, I was super excited for the memories we’d make together, and it would be great to save some money by splitting rent. But on the other hand, Theo was… kind of needy. He had criminally low self-esteem, and needed constant reassurance from his friends — especially now that Luca had dumped him. That was the reason he was now living in my spare room.

He’d moved in several weeks ago, and it was largely going well. I loved our daily movie nights and it was nice to share meals with someone. Theo was just as much of a neat freak as me, so it really didn’t feel like a burden having him around. If anything, the apartment was cleaner than ever… But his constant self-doubt was really driving me insane.

“Are you sure the food tastes OK?”, he’d ask after cooking our dinner. “We can turn this movie off if you’re not enjoying it,” he’d apologise just ten minutes into a film. Worst of all was the daily routine of having to reassure him that he looked good before he left the house. “Does my hair look weird?” he’d ask, fretting in the mirror as he adjusted his perfectly coiffed dark hair. “Is this zit noticeable?” he’d press, drawing my attention to a perfectly clear patch of skin. And most infuriating of all: “Do these pants make me look fat?”

Theo was thin as a rail. He was just one of those guys who were blessed with a superhuman metabolism as well as the self-discipline to be really careful about what he ate. Here he was, pushing 30, with not an ounce of fat on his frame. I envied him - I was fit myself, but I had to work really hard in the gym for it. My work as a personal trainer helped with that.

I was being harsh. Theo was a great roommate and an even better friend. I just wished he liked what he saw when he looked in the mirror.

And that’s exactly what I told the old lady behind the counter at Miss Mabel’s Curios & Antiques, a dusty little store downtown that I’d passed by a billion times. I wasn’t sure why I was here - I’d been ranting to a friend about my predicament with Theo, and she’d said that Miss Mabel would know what to do. At my whit’s end, I trusted her recommendation.

“Oh, that’s easy my boy,” she said in a creaky little voice as she jumped down from her stool. She was a small lady, wearing what looked like at least ten cardigans and her messy grey hair tied in a bun atop her head. She had a warm and eccentric charm about her; not quite like a grandma, but moreso like a distant elderly aunt who you saw at the occasional family function.

She tottered off down one of the store’s aisles, before looking back over her shoulder expectantly. “Well, come on then!” she beckoned, and I quickly followed her. We soon stopped in front of a large rectangular object, as tall as I was and concealed under a dust sheet which Miss Mabel promptly whipped off.

It was a mirror - and an old one at that. The glass was in reasonably good condition but the frame - decorated with intricate carvings of daffodils - was in a sorry state, with chunks of wood missing and deep scars across the surface. What on earth did Miss Mabel think I could achieve with this?

“Don’t be so dense, dearie,” she teased, tapping me on the forehead. “This is a magic mirror. Give it to your friend, it’ll sort him right out.”

I had more than a few reservations, most of them related to the small fact that I didn’t believe in magic mirrors - or any kind of magic, actually. And yet, Miss Mabel seemed very certain and there was no hint of trickery in her kind eyes. Plus, when I noticed the £10 price tag on the mirror, it dissolved any concerns I had that this could be a con. That was an absolute steal, even if the mirror had seen better days. I paid her the money and headed for the door, before Miss Mabel called after me.

“Just a wee warning, dearie,” she said hesitantly. “Magic, especially old magic like that, can be unpredictable. Keep an eye on your friend, hm?”

I nodded, and made my way home.

Theo was delighted with the mirror, which I thought was an odd response to something that looked like I’d rescued it from a dump. He might have been unsure at first, raising an eyebrow when I revealed its new location hung in our hallway, but as soon as he looked into it I watched his face change. There was a light in his eyes as they lingered longer than normal on his reflection, and I saw his mouth curl into a smile. That never happened. Maybe the mirror really was magic… In any case, it seemed to do the trick, and I went to bed that evening quietly confident that Theo was going to be a little softer on himself.

When I woke up the following morning, it was to the smell of bacon. Weird, I thought. We usually just had toast for breakfast, or maybe a smoothie. But I certainly wasn’t going to complain! God, Theo was the best roommate I’d ever had…

As I walked out into the hallway, Theo was looking at himself in the mirror and flexing his non-existent muscles. I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, heading through to the kitchen. The bacon was looking very dark in the pan, much crispier than I liked it, and none of the bread for our sandwiches had been buttered.

“Theo, this bacon is looking very done,” I called out to him. He didn’t answer. “Theo?” I called again.

“Ugh, what?” he snapped back in a tone I’d never heard him use before, though he quickly seemed to catch his rude behaviour. “Oh, um, I’m sorry,” he said, scrambling for words but not taking his eyes off his reflection. “Would you mind finishing off breakfast for me?” He asked. “I’m kinda busy.”

He was acting strange, but I tried my best not to overthink it and did as I was asked, slathering some butter on the four slices of bread and transferring the bacon into two sandwiches.

“It’s ready,” I said, and headed to the fridge. That’s weird, I thought. There was no milk left to make our coffees, even though I’d bought some yesterday. And why had Theo put the empty carton back in the fridge? I poured us two glasses of orange juice instead.

At that moment, Theo walked into the kitchen without saying a word, and then left again with the bacon sandwiches. Both of them. And when I gave chase to confront him about it, expecting to find him sat in the living room, I was stopped dead in my tracks. He was stood in the hallway, stuffing the sandwiches into his mouth with eyes fixed on the mirror, like he was watching TV.

I heard Miss Mabel’s warning in my head. Keep an eye on your friend… Something was wrong.

Later that day, I’d rushed over to Miss Mabel’s shop to get her advice - but when I arrived, the lights were off and the door was locked. That’s when I noticed the sign, handwritten in spidery penmanship: “ON VACATION! SIX WEEKS IN EGYPT! SEE YOU SOON DEARIES. MMx”. There was a little drawing of some pyramids in the bottom corner. Fuck.

I didn’t want to mess with the mirror, since I figured if it really was magic then I had no clue how it might affect Theo. Just a glance had changed his behaviour dramatically, who knew what else it could do? And so I reasoned that the best thing to do would be to wait for Miss Mabel to return, and in the meantime to follow her advice and keep an eye on him. After all, he wasn’t exactly a danger or in any pain - he was just acting… different. Little did I know, he’d soon be looking different too…

***

It had started after a few days. The novelty of the mirror seemed to have worn off for Theo, and he no longer spent all day in front of it like he did that first day. But he was still acting differently, and I’d still catch him checking himself out in it multiple times a day. This particular evening, we were sat in front of the TV while Theo ate dinner. Since buying the mirror, Theo only prepared food for himself, but I’d planned to heat up my leftovers from yesterday so that we could eat together. I was feeling distant from him and thought it would be a good chance to chat. Except, when I opened the fridge, I found they were gone, no doubt eaten by my strange new roommate. So I reluctantly ordered a pizza, and sat with Theo as I waited for it to arrive.

Theo didn’t appear to be in the mood for a chat, his eyes glued to the TV while he shovelled heaping forkfuls of creamy pasta into his mouth, chewing loudly. It was like someone else had taken over his body. Most weird of all was his choice of programming - usually, we might watch a documentary together, or catch up on one of our regular dramas. And he’d always ask what I wanted to watch. But today we were watching a home shopping network, with a musclebound (and very attractive) jock demonstrating some workout equipment.

“Oh come on Theo,” I teased, trying to make conversation. “He’s hot, sure, but surely there’s something else we can watch?”

Theo looked at me with a look of utter incomprehension, even pausing his feeding frenzy to process what I’d just said. I felt like I’d offended him. He shoved another fork in his mouth and finally spoke as he chewed.

“That man ain’t hot,” he said, spraying me with flecks of cream before swallowing. “He’s got nothing on me. And look at all the exercise he’s gotta do just to have those puny muscles. Mine are twice as big and are all natural.”

Now it was my turn to look confused. Surely Theo was joking? He had no muscle whatsoever… He was practically a skeleton. Except… Now that I looked at him, I mean really looked at him, that wasn’t quite true…

He was… Not “bigger”, per se… he certainly didn’t look like he’d gained any muscle. But he was… softer, somehow. It was almost imperceptible, a thin coating over his whole body, a slight puffiness… But now that I’d noticed it, there was no denying it. For a moment, I reasoned that it was natural for someone so thin to put on a couple of pounds, considering how much Theo had been stuffing his face these last few days. But then, as he finished his huge bowl of pasta and made his way over to the mirror for his routine post-meal quality time with his reflection, curiosity got the better of me and I peeked into the hallway to watch.

He stood tall and proud, flexing non-existent muscles as though he were a world-champion body builder. And then, most alarmingly of all, I saw him grow.

It happened so slowly I couldn’t even be sure it was really happening, but as I fixed my eyes on his form there was no denying it. His arms were thickening and filling out his sleeves a little more, while the slight softness at his waist began to press against his shirt. Within a few minutes he looked to be about 5lbs heavier - not a big deal for most people, but certainly noticeable on Theo’s lithe frame. My mouth was wide open in shock. This just wasn’t possible. It had to be my eyes playing tricks on me, my imagination getting the better of me… I was just stressed out by Theo’s personality transplant… I…

The doorbell rang, and Theo ignored it, too preoccupied with his reflection. “That’ll be my pizza,” I said, getting to my feet. No sooner had I said it, Theo eagerly answered the door and brought in the pizza, setting it down in before me on the coffee table. I felt an odd sense of relief - this was the kind of attentive behaviour I was used to from Theo. Maybe the magic was wearing off… Maybe my old roommate wasn’t gone after all.

I went to the kitchen to get some drinks (water for me, a glass of milk for Theo) and returned to the living room, where I found Theo already halfway through devouring my pizza.

***

It had been a week since I brought home the mirror, and I was pretty adjusted now to Theo’s newfound greed and selfishness. I found it difficult to get angry with him when I discovered the fridge cleared out or a stack of dirty dishes in the sink - I was the one who had brought the mirror into our home; I was the one who’d meddled because I couldn’t deal with Theo needing a little extra encouragement.

When I got home from work each day, I would typically find Theo in one of two places: sat on the couch stuffing his face, or flexing and pouting in the dreaded mirror. This time, it was the latter.

God, he’d really blown up now. It was all happening so quickly and every time I saw him he looked to be bigger than the time before. I had accepted the impossible fact that the mirror was piling the pounds onto my friend; even now, as I watched him admiring himself, I watched in real time as Theo’s new soft underbelly slowly inched out the bottom of his shirt. He’d always dressed in oversized clothing, but now everything he owned was starting to get very snug on his oversized body.

“My god, I’m gorgeous,” he said aloud. “Luca doesn’t know what he’s missing.” he said, kissing his own soft bicep. “I haven’t been to the gym all week and my guns are looking better than ever!”

I smiled politely, but I was worried. Miss Mabel was still out of town for another five weeks, and I guessed that Theo must have already stacked on about 50lbs. You didn’t need to be a maths genius to figure out that he risked ending up over 400lbs by the time she was able to help us break the spell. If she was able to help us. Theo still stood a chance of working this off now, but if things got that far… he’d be changed forever.

“Theo, can we talk?” I asked. He huffed a little, clearly annoyed to be pulled away from the mirror, but reluctantly followed me into the living room.

***

It had been two weeks since my conversation with Theo, and things were still intensely frosty between us. I’d asked him if he was OK, and he’d insisted he was never better. I’d asked him if he’d noticed any changes in his behaviour, and he’d said he’d just realised that he needed to put himself first. I’d asked him if he’d noticed any changes in his body, and he agreed that yes, he’d been growing lately - that his muscles were inexplicably growing. He couldn’t explain it, he said, but he was happy with the results.

I gently tried to explain that it didn’t look that way to me, that I thought he might have been bulking with how much he’d been eating, but with the right cut he’d be looking awesome in no time… That sent him into a rage. We had a huge argument. He’d screamed at me - was I fucking blind? Did I not see how perfect his body was? I was just jealous - and then he stormed out, softer ass bouncing behind him in too-tight shorts. Since then, we hadn’t really spoken, and things were getting so much worse…

He was really big now. Like, he was a certified fat guy, a fully fledged 300 pounder - or maybe more? It was difficult to tell. Every time I saw him, I had to do a double take: firstly, because my brain wasn’t quite catching up with his skyrocketing weight and was failing to register this figure as my roommate. And secondly, because he’d outgrown all his clothes and taken to wandering the apartment in just a pair of boxer briefs. They were so tight on him that the elastic waistbands had all developed wide holes.

His choice of dress meant that all his fresh fat was on full display, a constant reminder of what I’d brought upon him by bringing home the mirror. His face was round and bloated, making his eyes look beady and piggish above two puffed-out cheeks. Beneath it was a thick ring of fat, a double chin that was exaggerated when he looked down at his phone. His shoulders had become strikingly broad, though not with the muscle he was still convinced he possessed; they rounded out and sloped like big hills, bunching up behind his neck in another wedge of fat that gave him the look of a hunchbacked office worker. Further down, two plump tits hung from his chest, pooling under his armpits and gathering in thick rolls on his back. They were so distracting; jiggling wildly with every slight movement he made, it was impossible to look away. And beneath them sat the main event: a big, soft belly that had started to hang down over his crotch like a flabby apron. Whilst not as jiggly as his tits (perhaps because it was always full of food), it still looked soft and plush, wobbling as he waddled around the apartment. He’d even started to walk like a fat guy, I noticed, swinging his fat arms side to side to offset his sudden weight gain.

I felt terrible. And as I watched him posing yet again in the mirror, having just demolished a family-sized tray of pasta as a snack between meals, I felt even more terrible. The mirror would be working its sinister magic on him and turning all that food into fat. Sure enough, as if to prove a point, I heard a ripping sound and noticed one of the holes in his underwear growing beneath his widening hips. I had to do something.

***

I resolved to get rid of the mirror. I’d known all along it was the right thing to do, but I was scared of Theo’s reaction. He was so volatile. Part of me was also scared of how it might affect him - had he and the mirror formed some kind of magic bond? What would happen if that was severed? But as my friend’s weight inched closer to 400lbs with each day, I knew I had to do something. But the issue was now pressing, as I was due to leave on a trip I’d booked myself months ago. I was going to be gone for two weeks, and while I certainly wasn’t in the mood to go now, I’d already paid a lot of money and it wasn’t exactly like I could wave a wand and stop all this. What good could I possibly do here? In fact, Theo seemed to resent me the more I tried to help. But I could still hear Miss Mabel’s warning that I ought to keep an eye on him, ringing around my head. I reasoned that if I could get the mirror out of the way and then disappear myself for a couple of weeks, maybe that would at least slow whatever was happening to my friend.

And so, when Theo was out getting food, I made my move, carefully taking the mirror off the wall and making my way to the door. Before I could reach it, it opened of its own accord… and there in the doorway was Theo. Fuck. He was so big now that it was impossible not to be intimidated by him, even if he did look ridiculous squeezed into clothes that he was 150lbs too big for. He was visibly uncomfortable, all the fabric digging into his fat, which burst unflatteringly out of every opening. His belly was barely covered by the material, making it look like he was wearing a crop top, and several inches of his ass crack were visible, not able to be contained by the sweatpants that were painted onto his thick, gelatinous thighs. I couldn’t believe he’d left the house like this, but I suppose it was better that than parading around in his underwear. Anyone who saw him must have thought he was totally unaware of his weight, or that he had suddenly ballooned overnight. They would have had no idea how close to the truth they were…

“What the fuck are you doing with that?” he snarled, snatching the mirror off me with one meaty, fat-fingered hand while the other shoved the remaining half of a burger into his mouth. He seemed to swallow it in one gulp. A thick blob of ketchup dripped onto his stretched and strained t-shirt.

I was still frozen, unable to say or do anything. He barged past me, making his way to his bedroom. He re-emerged a few seconds later, no longer carrying the mirror. It would seem he would be keeping it in there from now on. “Don’t touch my shit,” he warned in a terrifyingly severe tone and then tipped a container of fries into his mouth, dropping the empty packet on the floor. I nodded emphatically.

Without hesitation, he tried to peel off his t-shirt but found himself met with great difficulty. He squirmed and writhed his fat body, trying to manoeuvre himself out of the fabric, but it was simply too tight. I had no idea how he’d even got it on… perhaps he’d grown in the time since? Without warning, he let out a yell of frustration and then tore the entire thing off him in one furious motion. “And another thing,” he spat, turning his broad back to me and making his way back into his room. “Stop washing my clothes, I’m sick of you fucking shrinking everything.”

***

The two weeks away had been a complete waste. I was barely able to relax or take in any of the culture, constantly worried about my friend back home. In truth, I wanted to disconnect from Theo. I’d tried to help him change course and he was treating me so terribly… It was hard to care about him. But I couldn’t shake the guilt - it was me that had caused this, and I owed it to Theo to make it right. Besides, this wasn’t really Theo who was acting this way. It had to be something or someone else… Perhaps he was possessed, or hypnotised, or… It couldn’t have changed him, could it? And certainly not so dramatically? But then I remembered the giant, flabby ass that he was no doubt sat on back home, stuffing his fat face, and I knew that it could… I just hoped there was some kind of counter-magic that Miss Mabel could use to undo all this, to make it like it never happened. It was magic after all, right? I’d learned that anything was possible…

After pausing a while outside the apartment door, unsure of the reception I’d receive from my roommate upon my return, I finally pushed it open. One thing I was sure of was the condition I’d find Theo in. I had no doubt in my mind that he would be weighing in another 100lbs heavier than when I’d left, and I’d braced myself for the sight of him. I assumed he’d be sat in the living room, shovelling food into his growing gut - and this suspicion was supported by the volume of fast food wrappers strewn through the hallway. It was disgusting, looking and smelling like a back alley in the city. I couldn’t believe this was my home. But when I peered into the living room, I found nothing there other than more mess. The TV was off and Theo was nowhere to be seen. Hmm… strange… I glanced to where the mirror used to hang, and then to his bedroom. Perhaps he was holed up in there, checking himself out?

Morbid curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously approached the door, knocking gingerly and calling out his name. “Theo?”

He didn’t respond, but I could hear strange noises coming from within. It sounded like laboured, heavy breathing. Was Theo fucking someone? Or getting himself off? I listened closer - no, it wasn’t that, the breathing was so erratic, gasping for air… He sounded like he was in trouble. I became alarmed. “Theo, are you OK?”

I flung the door open and my world ground to a halt. Theo was not OK.

Theo’s room was a complete pig sty, piled high with empty pizza boxes and food containers. It stank of sweat and grease and god knows what else, the stench so thick in the air I had to cover my nose. He’d propped up the mirror at the end of his bed, presumably so he could lay in it and admire himself… And the consequences of that decision were enormous.

Literally enormous. Theo was totally unrecognisable, his pale pink flesh filling the entire double bed. He was the fattest man I’d ever seen - perhaps the fattest man that had ever been? His facial features were buried under fat; just two beady eyes and a pair of puckered, sauce-stained lips. If I wasn’t aware of all that had passed in the last few weeks, I would never be able to identify this person as Theo. He was completely transformed. His whole body was splattered with various sauces that he had clearly dribbled on mid-feast… which made sense. He was clearly too big to move and showering would have been impossible.

The blob of a man that lay gasping for air in Theo’s bed was almost as wide as he was tall. It’s difficult to describe any part of him in detail, as all his body parts sort of squished together and melded into one another, fat jostling for space. His tits were each bigger than my head, and there were bits of food wedged in his deep cleavage. His arms were so pumped full of fat that I think they were bigger than my waist. I couldn’t see much of his legs as they were covered by his gargantuan belly, rolling and rocking like jelly with each pained breath, but even his feet were swollen with fat, threatening to be swallowed up into his legs. Fuck, I thought to myself. How could someone have fat toes?

I wanted to say something but my brain was completely fried. What the fuck do you say to a whale who was thin as a beanpole little more than a month ago? Theo looked like a fucking sideshow attraction. Fortunately, he spoke first.

“Dude, thank god — you’re here—“ he wheezed. What? Was he actually happy to see me? Maybe the magic had worn off! My hopes were short lived... “Nobody— wants— to deliver— my food,” he confessed. “Bunch of— fucking— assholes…”

I could see why minimum wage delivery drivers would want to avoid this cesspit. Something told me the new Theo was not a generous tipper. But this was my fault after all, and I couldn’t let him starve. Reluctantly I agreed to go pick him something up - if nothing else it would give me time to think over what to do next. I watched him with pity as he placed the pickup order on his phone, his fat sausage fingers mashing things he didn’t mean to press. He didn’t seem to be removing any of those items from his basket, though…

Soon enough I was back at the apartment with ten paper bags full to the brim with junk. They were as fit to burst as he was, and after handing them over I sat on the edge of the bed (squeezing myself onto the only unoccupied corner I could find) and buried my head in my hands. What was I going to do?

He made short work of the meal and half an hour later he was burping, rubbing his giant gut, and admiring himself in the mirror. “Fuck— I’m so— sexy,” he moaned. “Why— did I ever— settle— for Luca? I’m so— out— of his— league… Gotta find— me someone— as hot— I am…”

I snapped. “Theo, how the fuck are you gonna do that?! You’re as big as a fucking house! You can’t even get out of bed!” I wanted to smack him out of his delusional daydream. But it wasn’t fair to take my frustration out on him, and I tried to calm myself. This wasn’t his fault.

“Yes I— fucking— can,” he gasped. “I’m just— resting— so my— muscles— can grow…”

There was silence between us for a moment. I had no idea what to say, and Theo was too distracted by caressing his own lard in the mirror for a conversation. But as he groped himself, his moaning got louder and more… sensual… I was no longer certain that it was just a symptom of discomfort from his overindulgence. He seemed to be enjoying himself…

“Please— man—“ he begged, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Help— me— out— here… I— know— you— can’t— resist— me…”

Fortunately, I didn’t have time to take him up on his perverted offer. There was an almighty crash, and the room seemed to lift up into the air as I felt myself fall downwards. It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened: the cursed mirror had fattened Theo up so big that the bed could no longer support him, and now he and I sat on the floor, surrounded by its broken pieces. His whole body was wobbling from the impact and he looked like a giant, melted marshmallow. I was surprised he didn’t fall straight through the floor and into the apartment below.

I spotted something shiny by my hand, and on closer examination I saw it was a shard of glass. The mirror. I noticed it had fallen over face-down, and when I nervously lifted its side to inspect the damage I saw that the whole thing was shattered. Oh god, I worried to myself. How was Theo going to react?

“What— just— happened—,” Theo grunted to himself as I got to my feet and stood the mirror up. He seemed lost and confused, a softness in his voice that I recognised from before all this mess began. His eyes seemed to adjust to the room, taking in his surroundings as though he’d just woken up from a dream. “What’s— going— on—,” he gasped, shaking his head in confusion (though the fat in his neck limited his movement). Still, his cheeks jiggled as he did so. “Am— I— sick..? I— can’t— breathe…” I barely registered what he was saying, too worried about his response to finding out the mirror was broken.

“Theo,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I’m really sorry… I’ll buy you a new one right away, but… Ugh. I don’t know how to say this, but…” I gulped. “Your mirror is broken.”

I turned the mirror around to face him, so he could see the damage for himself. For a moment he didn’t really react at all, furrowing his brow in confusion. He didn’t seem at all sure why he should care about a broken mirror, despite the fact he’d done little else for the past five weeks than stare in it and feed himself. But as he looked harder, as he really focussed his eyes on the mountain of flesh looking back at him, something seemed to click in his mind… A moment of world-shattering realisation...

He recognised himself, and his eyes went wide in horror. He screamed.

[jezabelle9299]

Adonis S.R x FEM! Reader

Overture-You own Spencer's favorite coffee shop, and you may as well own Spencer too with how intensely your hold is on him

CWs-Insecurity from Spencer, and comparison.

A/N- Day 15, and only a half hour late! Also for this I kind of had in mind a bi or bi-questioning Spencer, he very much cannot decide whether he wants to be that guy or be with him too. But he's so blindly into you, he doesn't put much thought into it

If you want to read the other things I've done/will do this month you can do that here: October Masterlist

Spencer drank coffee to a degree many deemed unhealthy, but he had one favorite coffee shop–yours. It was close to his work, had a recycling bin so he didn’t create excess waste with the several sugar packets he used with each cup, and he got to see you. You were somehow always there, running the shop with a sweet demeanor and a polka dot apron. 

He’d developed kind of an ill-advised crush on you, occasionally devolving into following you around from the other side of the counter like a puppy dog, just to see what he could find out about you. You were so interesting, he just had to know. You’d talk to him about your favorite books, and he’d immediately pick them up so he could give you his thoughts on them. You always listened, no matter how long the rant. 

Last time he saw you, he had to leave for work immediately after, and the team interrogated him about what, or who had gotten him in such a good mood. That was when he decided, he just had to ask you out. His chances were slim, but at the very least he couldn't keep waiting to stumble through a conversation next time he stopped for coffee in the morning. 

Not only was he disappointed when he couldn’t stop in each morning, he could never fully collect his thoughts when he was around you. If you were dating, he could see you all the time, and all the things he wanted to say to you wouldn’t have time to boil over so much. 

When he did finally see you again, after an almost week long case kept him away, there was simply no other option for Spencer. If he gave himself the opportunity to do it later, he’d never get his nerve up. He finally spotted you behind the counter of the near-empty shop, but you weren’t alone. A –ridiculously handsome– man had come to do the very thing he was about to. And that guy probably didn’t need weeks to work up his nerve. 

He decided to start browsing the bakery, defeated, and still eavesdropping. He knew he shouldn’t, but when he overheard you start to turn down the other man’s affections he wasn’t quite sure how to feel. If Adonis couldn’t be your type, what were Spencer’s chances? 

He thought about slipping out of the building before you could see him, but he caught your eye as he started to walk away. 

“Hey Spencer, how was your week? I haven’t seen you around much the last few days.” You propped yourself up on your hands against the counter, leaning ever so slightly toward Spencer in a way that made him need to avert his eyes in order to get his thoughts in line. 

“It was alright, I was just away for a case. I actually had something I needed to talk to you about?” Once he’d rushed out his sentence, he finally let himself look at you again, handing you the money for his usual coffee. 

“Sure, anything.” You waved him over to the coffee machine as you got it started for him, and he followed you–still with the puppy dog look you loved so much. 

“I kind of–like you. A lot. In a constantly thinking about you kind of way. I don’t frequently experience romantic attraction and I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date. But I am sure you’re unavailable, and thank you so much for all of the coffee, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He only talked faster as his tangent went on, clearly regretting every word out of his mouth, but unable to make it stop. When he finally finished he started moving towards the exit, quickly and utterly defeated, abandoning the coffee he already paid for. 

“Hey, hold on. Spencer! Get back here, please.” He reluctantly met you back in the lobby, steeling himself for what he was sure would be the nicest rejection he’d ever gotten. You stood close to him, and he noticed that he’d never actually been this physically close to you before, without the counter in between you, there were no barriers. 

“May I answer my own questions please?” That he was not expecting you to say. 

“Oh–sure.”

“I think that I would very much like to go out with you, and I assure you I am quite available.”He was overwhelmed with joy for a fraction of a second, before remembering that you had no shortage of potential suitors in the last few minutes. 

“But– the guy who was up here a second ago–”

“Well, I wouldn’t have guessed you were the eavesdropping type, but it’s cute. And I said no to that guy because I kind of had my eye on someone, and he wasn’t really my type anyway.” That just made Spencer all the more confused, not clearing up any of his questions. “Who on Earth could compete with him?”

“Well– you, first of all.”

“I like you. I’ve been liking you, and if you want to go out I’m free this weekend?” 

“Oh that’s–wow. Yes, I would definitely like that.”

“Good. Here’s my number–” You quickly scrawled it on the coffee cup before handing it to him. 

“Give me a call, and we can figure out something fun to do. I heard there’s a film festival at Georgetown that could be fun.” He could’ve proposed on the spot, and the only reason he didn’t was to keep from scaring you away. 

“That sounds perfect, I actually already have tickets, but I didn’t think I’d find anyone who wanted to go.” It was something he’d never admit to a girl he had just asked out for the first time, but it was just so easy to talk to you.

“Well then it sounds like we have a date.”