#cause I love brownies and I’m craving chocolate

[anarchypumpkincowboy]

I was gonna make brownies and taquitos and I still really want to but I got overstimulated from multiple people trying to talk to me from a room over while I was trying to hear what my baby sister was saying over the phone and now I think it’s gonna have to be an either or situation

And I reallyyyyy want brownies but I’m out of protein drinks and fruit so I kinda need to make actual dinner tonight

[anemptypuddingcup]

Period comfort w/ Sanji. Fluff.

I had gotten sick from the cramps which is the worse feeling ever. But after getting some rest I decided to write a little imagine with Sanji since I did it with Luffy & Zoro.

However this one isn’t gonna be as explicit since my body isn’t feeling such a way atm.

“Oh goodness- Sweetie? Are you alright in there?”

A soft knock on the door jolts you awake and you sit up from your plush pillows that propped you up. A pained groan leaves you as your cramps grew worse, the feeling of your sticky crimson fluid spilling out only made you more cranky. Another knock causes you to sigh in frustration and instead of getting up, you call for Sanji to come in.

“You can come in Sanji..” You say, followed by a painful groan.

The door slowly open and Sanji peeks inside and looks to you with a worried expression. “Is everything okay in here sweetheart? I heard you were sick..” He asks, walking in with a warm towel. You tilt your head and chuckle a bit. “No no, I’m just on my cycle Sanji. Nothing too serious.” You try to reassure him. Sanji walks over to you and sets himself down softly onto your bed.

“It is as serious as it can be love. Doesn’t that mean you can still get sick? Here, I brought a warm towel for you.” He says, pulling your blankets away away from your hips. He slowly places the towel against your lower tummy and you sigh a bit out of irritation. “You haven’t came out of your room today either…You need to eat something.” Sanji tells you, his hand cupping your cheek.

You whine out softly to him. “I…I don’t feel like eating.” You say firmly, not bothering to sugarcoat or hide anything. Sanji chuckles at your stubbornness and pulls the blankets back over your legs. “What is it that you crave? I know you want something love.” He asks you. You look away from him, you did yearn for something sweet. Though your body was stubborn and felt that it didn’t want anything when it was really hungry.

“Well…I do want something sweet. Maybe a brownie or something could calm my nerves.” you tell him. Quickly standing up, he walks back over to the door before looking back to you. “Anything else with that sweetie? Something to drink?” Sanji asks, a little smile plastered along his face. You shake your head and he smiles brighter. “I’ll be right back love, just stay here and get some rest.” He tells you before closing your door.

You smile softly and flip over before curling up into a ball, cradling the warm towel against your lower tummy as the cramps slowly began to cease. You shut your eyes and yawned, eager to just go back to sleep and get some rest.

It felt like it hadn’t been that long when Sanji knocks on the door again, letting himself in to check up on you. You slowly sit up and peer to him and he freezes. “Oh- Did I wake you up love? I’m so sorry if I did!” He says nervously, a bit worried that he’d disturbed his sweet little baby. You perk up to the scent of chocolate and flip your body over to face Sanji. “No you didn’t..something smells nice though.” You say to him.

Sanji smiles widely before revealing a small batch of brownies to you along with setting a glass of water onto your nightstand. Your saddened face perks up into a smile as Sanji sits beside you, holding the warm brownie tray underneath a towel. “You said you wanted brownies right? I made some for you! Just don’t eat too many of them.” He says, blinking softly to you. You hug Sanji and it catches him off guard.

“Thank you Sanji…” You thanked him, laying your head against his shoulder. He smiles and presses a smooch to your temple, making a bit of blush dust your cheeks. “You’re welcome sweetheart. Now please, take one.” He urges you. Reaching your hand out, you grab a brownie from the corner of the pan, and hum from the chocolatey scent filling your nose.

Taking a big bite, you hum in delight and scarf the brownie down out of slight hunger and the sweet, warm taste of the chocolate mix. “So good! They’re so moist too~” You smile before taking another one and eating it, this time a bit slower than before. Sanji sat there and watched you as you indulged in the brownies. Even if it was something sweet, at least you were eating something for him.

After eating about three brownies, you reach for the glass of water and gulp it down. “I’m a little full now, but they were so good!” You tell Sanji. “Well, since you had some of these, you have to promise me that you’ll eat dinner tonight. Okay sweetie?” Sanji bargained, hoping that you’ll eat something more than just sweets. You nodded and lay yourself against Sanji. “I promise, I’ll eat dinner tonight for you. Thank you for the brownies Sanji~” You smile, pressing a kiss to his soft cheek.

Sanji turns a deep shade of red and smiles lovingly before hugging you back, a little mewl leaving his lips. “Y-You’re welcome sweetheart~” He hums. You pull him closer to you, wanting him to stay after he stayed and baked for you. “Don’t leaveeee…Please stay for a little bit more Sanji~” You begged, laying yourself against your fluffy pillows.

Sanji sighs happily before nodding. “I can stay a bit longer for you love.” He whispers to you, laying himself against the pillows and pulling you closer. You yawned and a sweet smile appears across your face. Your arms were wrapped a bit tight around his thin waist, and his arms were wrapped underneath yours, holding you.

“Thank you…Sanji.” You yawned, laying your head against his soft cotton shirt. He smiles before pressing another kiss to your head.

“Of course sweetie, go back to sleep now.

[madlittlecriminal]

Sweet Tooth ☾ Steven Grant × Female!Reader

Request: yes! from @bubblegumfanfics - Totally require a Steven Grant fix where the reader is a hella good baker and Steven loves her little treats. She tries confessing to him by making him chocolates and all of the things he loves but he isn’t getting a picture. One day the reader turns up at his place with chocolates and freshly baked snacks for a movie night and as they’re doing that Steven just goes like “You know I’m in love with you, right?”

Warnings: if you have a sugar craving or crave something as soon as you read it, i apologize. trust me, im craving sweets now & i don’t have much of a sweet tooth. also, if you don’t like Peacock, im sorry :,) I’ve been watching a lot of stuff on there recently & it’s free unless you don’t want ads so naturally, my broke self loves it & im tired of Netflix rn 💀

Another day, another batch of left overs from the treats you made for your bakery. Usually, you would save them for the next day, but since it was Friday, you decided you’d take them home to try new recipes you found in cookbooks and on YouTube. Fridays were also one of the days in the week where you get to see Steven Grant; your favorite customer and the man you had a crush on. He’s always been so nice to you and, although sometimes shy and awkward, made decent conversation with you. You probably wouldn’t admit it to his face, but you absolutely loved it when he rambled about Egypt and different historic items as well as their Gods and Goddesses.

Not only did you know of his love for all things Egyptian, you also knew of his love for sweets, especially when it comes to chocolate, so each time he came in, you’d always add some form of romance to his goodies, but he never noticed. Today was different though as you both had a tradition to go to his house to watch a movie every other Friday.

You finished cleaning your bakery before packing some brownies, some homemade chocolate bars, chocolate chip cookies, some macarons and a few slices of cakes of different flavors. You locked up the bakery before making your way to Steven’s apartment, debating whether or not you would tell him before or after the movie since you wanted to get it over with.

When you got to his, he invited you in and helped you put the goods in the fridge as well as stealing a brownie from the container you brought them in. “So, what are we watching? A comedy? A documentary? Sci-fi?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “A romance actually.” You raised an eyebrow at his words. “Steven Grant watching a romance? That’s something I never thought I would witness.”

“Well, I do hope you don’t mind.” You shook your head before grabbing a chocolate bar from the fridge and sat on his couch. “No, it’s fine. I’m just surprised is all.” He sat next to you before scrolling through the romance section on Peacock. The silence was a bit awkward as the only sounds sound you heard was the occasional crunch of the chocolate bar as well as the the sips of water Steven took.

Suddenly the scrolling stopped and you looked over at Steven who was looking at you. “Do I have chocolate on my face?” You grabbed a napkin before wiping your mouth and he chuckled. “No, it’s nothing of the sort. I just feel like I have to tell you something, but I have no idea how you’ll take it.” You nibble on your chocolate bar, waiting patiently for him to continue. “How long have we known each other (Y/N)?” You took a sip of your water before saying, “I think it’s been almost two years now…?”

“Well, I think I’ll take this risk,” you looked into his dark brown eyes, searching for any hint of what he was going to do or say, but he hid it well, it was scary. “You know I’m in love with you, right?” At his confession, you choked on your own saliva, causing him to panic and quickly give you your water. After you downed it, he began apologizing. “I didn’t know you would react this way. I’m so sorry!” You shook your head and rested your hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Steven. I didn’t know though because every time I’ve tried to tell you, you never noticed.” He became shocked at your words.

“Since when?!” You laughed before pointing out all the little things you did for him that had hints of you liking him. “Since you never noticed, I didn’t think you felt the same way.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek, causing them to warm up. “Now you know that I do and I’m sorry for being oblivious to your attempts, love.” You rested your head on his shoulder and smiled. “That’s okay, Steven. I love you too.”

~~~~~

requests are open! feel free to look through my masterlists in case you want to request someone that isn’t the moon boys! :)

[unwritrecipes]

10 Chocolate Desserts for February

As a confirmed chocoholic, I’m always looking for ways to justify eating more of it, so you can imagine my relief to have actually made it into February—the month of chocolate!!! Hooray! To that end, I’ve rounded up 10 of my favorite chocolate-y recipes to ensure you can fill your wintry days with this most perfect and necessary of human elixirs!!

1. Molten Chocolate Flourless Cakes

These are so easy and so full of intense chocolate flavor. Plus you can make them ahead of time and bake up quickly whenever the craving strikes!

2. Bittersweet Chocolate Madeleines

A chocolate-y twist on traditional madeleines. I love how these are both a cake and a cookie!

3. Dark Chocolate Soufflé Cake

I have tested and eaten way too many flourless chocolate cakes over the years and this is my absolute go-to. It’s deep, dark, rich and foolproof!!

4. Supernatural Brownies

Hands down the best brownies ever. I stray then come back and wonder why I ever let these out of my sight?!!

5. Chewy Chocolate Cookies

The name says it all. These satisfy is every category!!

6. The Sono Baking Company’s Chocolate Ganache Cake

If you’re looking for the ultimate chocolate party cake and you are not a big fan of the traditional buttercream frosting, I think your search is over. Rich chocolate cake is covered with a deeply dark irresistible chocolate ganache. Heaven!!

7. Dark Chocolate Creme Brûlée

Another chocolate-y twist on a traditional favorite French dessert. Last year my husband shockingly turned these out for Valentines Day and he is not at all a baker so let that erase any of your creme brûlée fears!!

8. Francois’ Warm Chocolate Tart

I haven’t made this in years but I really really want to. It’s everything you want a chocolate tart to be!

9. Simple Chocolate Pudding

Is there anything better than the silky smooth simplicity of really good homemade pudding?!!

10. Bittersweet Chocolate Bread

Cause sometimes you need a little (or a lot) of chocolate in the morning!

Hope these inspire and add just the right amount of chocolate to your lives!!

[jdgo51]

This Isn't Fair!

Today's inspiration comes from:

I’ll Start Again Monday

by Lysa TerKeurst

"'A huge piece of bakery deliciousness sat in front of me. It was a combination of three desserts in one. One layer was cheesecake, one layer was ice cream cake, and in between those was a layer of brownie-like chocolate cake… all drizzled with some kind of fudge icing that was calling my name.

This was served to me while on a family vacation. At the time, I was at the beginning of my no-sugar adventure. I’d been doing great at home, but I’d been dropped into a place that was teeming with bakery things my mind could not even conceive of, while everyone around me could eat a pound of sugar a day and still look fit and trim.

I didn’t want my family to miss out, so I told them to please enjoy. “I’m fine,” I said with a carefree smile. But inside a totally different dialogue was playing in my mind:

It’s not fair!

I think this is one of the biggest tricks Satan plays on us girls to get us to give in to temptation.

Saying “it’s not fair” has caused many a girl to toss aside what she knows is right for the temporary thrill of whatever it is that does seem fair. But the next day the sun will rise. As each band of light becomes brighter and brighter, the realization of the choice she made the night before becomes clearer and clearer.

Guilt floods her body. Questions fill her mind. Self-doubt wrecks her confidence. And then comes the anger. Anger at herself. Anger at the object of her desire. Anger even at a mighty God who surely could have prevented this.

It’s not fair that others can have this, do this, act this way.

It’s not fair that God won’t let us eat of the fruit of the tree in the middle of the garden… one little bite wouldn’t be so bad, right?

It’s not fair I can’t buy that new thing I want. Just a little debt wouldn’t be so bad, right?

It’s not fair I have this body that requires I watch everything I eat when that girl eats junk and stays a size 4. One piece of cheesecake wouldn’t be so bad, right?

It’s not fair that we can’t have sex before we’re married when we’re so in love. Experimenting one time wouldn’t be so bad, right?

Our flesh buys right into Satan’s lie that it’s not fair for things to be withheld from us. So we bite into the forbidden fruit and allow Satan to write shame across our heart.

And whether we are talking about having premarital sex or cheating on our diet, once we taste the forbidden fruit, we will crave it more than we craved it before — thereby giving temptation more and more power. And given enough power, temptation will consume our thoughts, redirect our actions, and demand our worship.

Temptation doesn’t take kindly to being starved.

I don’t know what tempts you today. But I do know this vicious cycle, and I’m here to give you hope that it’s possible to conquer it.

Just typing that sentence gives me chills. A few years ago, I wondered if it might ever be possible for me.

As I’ve mentioned, the eating plan I chose was a no-sugar, healthy-carbs-and-protein plan. Which doesn’t sound so bad until you realize sugar is in just about everything we enjoy eating. Breads, pasta, potatoes, rice, not to mention all things bakery-licious.

So, sitting at that special dinner during my special vacation, I started to have a little pity party, and those words It’s not fair crept into my brain.

In that instant I squirmed in my chair and thought, I’ll take just one little bite… maybe two… I’ve been so good… I even exercised this morning… this is vacation… everyone else is indulging… oh my stars, what are you doing, Lysa?!

The sugar was like a siren of mythical tales, luring the ships over to rocky coves that would inevitably dash and destroy them. The seduction was smooth and seemingly innocent. But in that moment of temptation, I realized having a pity party was a clue I was relying on my own strength.

I had to grab hold of God’s strength, and the only way to do that was to invite His power into this situation. In this case, I gave God control of the situation by mentally reciting, I am made for more. I am made for more.

I recalled pieces of scriptures I’ve tied to this go-to script and banked up in my heart.

I’m more than a conqueror.

With God all things are possible.

Let the peace of God reign in your heart.

Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from the evil one…

The problem is, Satan hit me with a twist that left me momentarily shaky: But this is a special time, Lysa. And special times deserve an exception to your normal parameters. It’s not fair that you have to sacrifice. Look around you. No one else is sacrificing right now.

It’s at this exact point when the dieter on vacation indulges. The virgin sleeps with her prom date. The girl on a debt reduction plan pulls her credit card back out for a big sale. The alcoholic skips AA and heads off to the bar for her friend’s fortieth birthday.

I needed a go-to script for this situation. So I lowered my head and prayed, “God, I am at the end of my strength here. The Bible says Your power is made perfect in weakness. This would be a really good time for that truth to be my reality. Help me see something else besides this temptation looming so large in front of me.”

Temptation doesn’t take kindly to being starved.

Suddenly a memory flashed across the screen of my mind. I was sitting on my back deck with my teenage son and his girlfriend at the time, having a deeply honest and gut-wrenching conversation. They had gotten into a bad situation and allowed things to go too far physically. While not every boundary line was crossed, they had crossed enough to scare them both. My advice to them was to think beyond the moment. Say out loud, “This feels good now, but how will I feel about this in the morning?”

That was it.

I was challenged by the words and expectations I had placed on my son while not realizing how this same advice could be so powerful if applied to my area of struggle. I had my next go-to script, and as I recited it,

God’s power filled in the gap of my weakness.

Soon it was time to get up from the dinner table. I pushed back my chair, left the dessert untouched, and walked back to the room. And I’ve never felt so empowered in my life. Later, I looked up that verse about God’s strength being a perfect match for my weakness:

But [Jesus] said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. — 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Weakness doesn’t have to mean defeat. It is my opportunity to experience God’s power firsthand. Had I said yes to that one bite that first night of our vacation, there would have been more compromises.

Compromise built upon compromise equals failure.

Instead, resisting temptation allowed promise upon promise to be built up in my heart, and that creates empowerment. This is God’s power working through my weakness. I knew one day I would be empowered enough to take a couple of bites and walk away, but that day had not yet come.

I don’t know what you might be struggling with today, but I can assure you that God is fair and just. There is a good reason we must face our temptations. The struggle to say no may be painful in the moment, but it is working out something magnificent within us.

For so long I’ve considered my struggles with weight a curse. I know I’m not alone in this. But, what if this battle with food is actually the very thing that, if brought under control, can lead us to a better understanding of God? What if we could actually get to the place where we thanked God for letting us face this battle because of the rich treasures we discovered on the battlefield?

My friend E. Titus summed up what I am discovering:

When I get all caught up in how unfair it is that my friend is skinny and doesn’t have to work at it, how she can eat what she wants when she wants, and how much it stinks that I can’t be like her, I remind myself that God didn’t make me to be her. You see, He knew even before I was born that I could easily allow food to be an idol in my life, that I would go to food, instead of to Him, to fulfill my needs. And in His great wisdom, He created my body so that it would experience the consequences of such a choice, so that I would continually be drawn back into His arms. He wants me to come to Him for fulfillment, emotional healing, comfort — and if I could go to food for that and never gain an ounce, well then, what would I need God for?

There is such wisdom in my friend’s perspective. Instead of parking her brain in a place where she constantly feels a struggle with food and weight issues, she’s chosen a much healthier perspective.

The reality is, we all have things in our lives we have to learn to surrender, give up, sacrifice, turn away from. Think of that skinny girl in your life who you’ve watched eating whatever she wants. She may not struggle with her weight, but trust me, she has struggles. An anonymous comment on my blog gave vulnerable witness to this reality:

I am one of the skinny girls, but don’t mistake skinny for healthy. I battle depression and starvation, fight self-esteem issues from years of verbal abuse, the list seems endless. Little is just an image. But being little doesn’t make a person any more happy or faithful or joyful. The struggles are the same (or at least similar), just in a different-size package.

Life as a Christ follower will always be a learning process of depending less on our own strength and more on God’s power. The Bible teaches that this testing of [our] faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that [we] may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

— James 1:3-4

Oh, sweet sisters, this truth should be the cry of our souls instead of Satan’s lie that “it’s not fair.” Our taste buds make such empty claims to satisfy us, but only persevering with God will make us truly full, complete, not lacking anything.

Press on, sisters. Press on."'

Excerpted with permission from I’ll Start Again Monday by Lysa TerKeurst, copyright Lysa TerKeurst.

[pangtasias-atelier]

The Summoner’s New Drug

This was originally conceived as a joke between me and tumbyrumblings except I kinda wrote a lot and kept going lol. Though I feel like I wrote a whole lotta nothing despite this being 4k words abjsbjbbs 

Please know that any inaccuracies is cause I meant it that way lmao. Story involves the obvious three characters at ridiculously large sizes

"They're brownies," Corrin softly chimes in from his seat in the corner, his downcast eyes focusing on his warm chamomile tea instead.

"And what exactly is so special about these…" Grima trails off with a grimace. A plate of freshly baked brownies held in Kiran's hands, Grima eyes them warily as if concocted to destroy him.

"We have nothing like that in Phoenicis," Tibarn stands behind Kiran. He inquisitively glances down at the baked goods. A quick sniff relays enough information on his lack of knowledge on the dessert. "Chocolate huh. Those Begnion pigs loved that stuff,"

"Unsurprisingly, Corrin's the only one to really know about this kind of stuff," Kiran gives a small sigh before going on to inform them. "They're brownies. A nice little gooey, fudgy, chocolaty sweet. And they're special because I baked them myself! Doubly so since they're pot brownies,"

Upon the sudden adjective, Grima and Tibarn both turn towards Corrin. "I've never heard of that word before," He curves his tail closer to himself, not exactly appreciating the attention.

"They've got weed in them," Kiran clarifies. With a lack of a reaction, he divulges further. "You smoke it to feel good but you can also use it in food?" All three of them simply stare at him with morbid curiosity, none of them understanding the summoner. He lets out an exaggerated sigh before placing down the tray of goods. Grabbing a notebook he roughly sketches out the plant.

"Ah, you mean bud," Tibarn is the first one to respond. "I didn't think you'd know of such a thing. I used to enjoy it from time to time with Ulki and Janaff growing up,”

"That's the devil's grass," Corrin adds, now eyeing the brownies warily.

Kiran holds back a small snicker. "Oh come now; this is nothing so morbid like that. It's perfectly harmless and it makes you feel pretty nice,"

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Familiar with it, only in a different form, Tibarn shrugs his shoulders without a care. Grabbing one of the brownies, he merely takes a simple sniff before heartily chomping into the delicacy. “Mmm, you’ve outdone yourself,” Tibarn takes another quick two bites to finish it, a content thumbs up thrown Kiran’s way. “Heh, don’t mind if I take another one, right?” His eyelids drooping, Tibarn doesn’t wait for a response; instead he grabs two at once, one in each hand. He lets out a small, breathy chuckle. He stares at his hands while he continues to munch, as if each digit contained limitless knowledge possessed by Ashunera.

"Who cares about a weed concoction? It is yet another pointless distraction meant to please you pathetic worms," Grima skulks about as ever. Unwilling to partake in merriment enjoyed by others, he keeps his arms crossed.

“I guess you’re right,” Kiran sighs. He turns his back towards Grima. “Alfonse did like these, so I should save some for him if you won’t eat any,” As he goes to walk towards the plate, Kiran already has a grin forming on his face while he waits for his plan to work.

“That pathetic princeling has no need or right of anything that is yours,” And work it does as Grima barrels past Kiran in a frantic rush to reach the brownies. Only wishing to deny someone else enjoyment, Grima angrily takes a bite of the brownie. Chocolate smears his lips. “Much less anything that is mine,,, ooh,” The sweet brownie dances on his tongue. A faint blush forming on his face, Grima’s shoulders lose their tension as they slack. “Perhaps I was mistaken. This weed thing is good,” Grima licks the chocolate smeared all over his teeth, desperate to not let a single gram go. “What was I even complaining about?” Grima’s eyes turn a bit red, the effect seemingly instantaneous.

“I think I’ll pass,” Corrin remains in his secure little corner; he continuously passes concerned glances at Tibarn and Grima.

“Oh come on. It’s not even bad for you,” Having already gotten two out of three, Kiran becomes pushy, pushing the drug onto Kiran. “They’ve only got a small amount” Standing over Corrin’s seated form, he towers over the petite dragon.

“I’m…” As Corrin mulls over on what to do, a voice suddenly pops into his head. ‘You know, my wife Nancy has a saying. Tell ‘em Nancy!’ Corrin’s mind is perfectly silent for a fraction of a second as it waits for another voice to join in. ‘Just say no!’ Corrin stares at the brownie in Kiran’s hand, his willpower marginally renewed from the voices of ghosts not from his world.

Seeing Corrin push back, Kiran pipes up more. “Everyone else is doing it. Just be cool about it,” Holding the brownie right in front of Corrin’s face, Kiran keeps a neutral expression. “Just try it,”

“Fine,” He brushes a bit of his hair to the side as he responds. Corrin trepidatiously accepts the brownie from Kiran, as if it were going to explode in his hand. His stomach churns and toils. He takes a few deep breaths to psyche himself up. Lifting the confection to his mouth, he takes a lil nibble of it. He nods his head in agreement, his body gently swaying to the side in clear enjoyment of it. “This is actually good,” He still takes small nibbles of it but each consecutive bite is always a bit larger than the last. A puff of air comes out his nose in a definite sign of contentment. By the time he finishes his first brownie, he grabs another one to peck at. He makes himself comfortable as he lies down on the couch. He stares at the plain empty ceiling. His mind relaxing, a myriad of shapes and colors that he never knew existed bounce around on the ceiling.

“You guys hungry?” Asking as innocuous as he can be, Kiran already knows the answer to his own question. “You boys wait right here, I’ll be right back with some snacks,” A chorus of hmms sound out as he saunters out the room. Kiran grabs the already prepared cart of food placed right beside the door. Waiting a few minutes, afraid to perhaps come off as too prepared and give something away, he comes right back inside after his self imposed time is up. “I figured you might be a bit peckish, so I got some snacks for you all,” Grima TIbarn and Corrin alike are all too faded to give much of a response besides another round of humms. Kiran doles out snacks to them, the three hungry men snacking away.

His plan on introducing the drug working exactly as planned, Kiran goes onto phase two. Not planning to crack down on them with unjust and pointless laws meant to harm minorities and benefit those in power, the second part of his plan is fundamentally the exact same as the first part; introduce more and more of the drug and let things take their natural course. As natural as the course can be with him being in charge of it all now.

All three perfectly chill and calm ever since having their first taste of weed in Askr, as befitting the effects of marijuana, they all feel another much more important side effect. Well, important to Kiran. The munchies. Addicted to it, all of them are constantly doped up on dope. They simply laze about throughout the entirety of their day, their days now filled with weed and food. Completely lacking awareness from being high all the time, they easily allow it. The pot brownie the gateway drug into other variants, Kiran introduces them to gummies, weed beverages, before even having most of their food contain it once their bodies build up enough of a resistance to it. Marijuana ice cream, weed milk, weed infused lobster, weed mac n cheese, weed gravy, anything and everything, upon hearing it contains weed, Grima Tibarn and Corrin clammer to try it. The more weed in their system, the fiercer the growing pit in their stomach demands food, the munchies taking a tighter grip on their bodies.

Their trim bodies gain an inkling of a pot belly, a trim sliver of pudge forming on the lowest part of their abdomen. That promptly thickens with a bit more time, said sliver of pudge blossoming into a full fledged gut, their arms gaining a bit of circumference all around as do their legs, their appendages getting a bit closer and compressed to their chunky middle. Over time, their usual outfits grow snug in places never before; shirts tighten around their swelling middles, pants constrict their jiggly thighs, and sleeves compress their flabby arms. Too faded to care, their addled brained minds preferring to fixate on satiating their cravings, they simply adorn their tight clothes even as those seem more akin to rags as their burgeoning bodies outgrow them near completely. They lack a single concern in the world with Kiran providing them all the weed and food they could want. Lazing and grazing about their only objective each day, all three’s activity spike down to near nonexistence. The only activity they get is shifting around a few times a day and the semi occasional walk to another location to space out and enjoy their environment, like the castle’s gardens or the lake. But even that minimal effort of movement begins to die down over time, their widening waistlines proving too taxing to bother themselves.

Moving past fat to obesity, Tibarn’s upper figure is the most prominent part of himself. A veritable gut rolls down his tree trunk thighs. The lowest roll of flab nearly reaches all the way down to his swollen calves. Each ponderous step Tibarn takes, the few that he has to, causes the great flabby beast to sway to and fro before undulating from the deep, heavy breaths he takes afterwards from the exertion. His defined pecs look like they never existed on his figure, two pendulous sagging breasts plunging to the side of his mountain of a gut. His arms are wider than the average heroe’s thighs, the doughy sagging arms constantly at an angle from the upper rolls of his torso. His once angular face lacks any sort of severity to it, Tibarn’s now cherubic face taken up by his puffed out cheeks and multiple squished together necks. His ass respectable in its own rights, the shapeless mounds for an ass sag down.

“About..” TIbarn takes a moment to catch his breath, his cheeks puffing out. “time,” Seated on a couch, Tibarn’s immensity takes up the entirety of it, his girthy love handles oozing out onto the armrests. Not a single space left on the seating, his gut rolls off of it and his thighs. The couch sags at the center from his crushing weight.

“Can’t keep you waiting for too long, big guy,” Kiran places a hand on Tibarn’s sprawling gut before rubbing slow circles on it, the immensity of his flab caving in from the slight pressure. “Brought you your favorites,” Handing him a tray consisting of meat, meat, and some more meat, Kiran places it on the titanic shelf of his chest. Kiran also hands him weed gushers. He pats Tibarn’s gut, the mass of fat wobbling in return. Tibarn promptly digs in as soon as his overly laden arms reach the plate of food.

Heading towards Corrin, the once constantly worried dragon is much more relaxed and chilled out. Used to some manners, he continues to sit at the now comparatively tiny table in the room. His body filled out everywhere, his plush rotund body bulges out with fat all over. One chair can no longer withstand his crushing weight, so now he sits on an entire three, the sides of his ass spilling off the sides of them. The inner rivets of his thighs curve inward from the fat piled onto them only for his great gut to smother the entirety of them under its weight. His flab digs into the table, his plush fat seeping above and below it despite it not being as massive as Tibarn’s. His breasts somehow retain a sense of form to them, his juicy, plump chest resting atop his gut.

“How’re you doing?” Kiran comes up from behind, placing a gentle hand on Kiran’s should as he walks around his obese form. “Hungry or anything?”

“I’m fine,” Corrin lets out a small sigh, his fat face giving a contented smile. His nose perks as the wafts of what Kiran is carrying reaches his nostrils. More weed arriving, Corrin’s gut involuntarily grumbles, a deep cavernous rumble shaking his entire body. “Actually,” Corrin pauses, embarrassed to admit his needs.

“I got you covered,” Kiran ruffles the top of Corrin’s hair. He places a plate atop his buxom chest. A spread of food, all of them contain fair amounts of weed. Knowing Corrin will wait a few seconds before stuffing himself, Corrin goes to check on Grima.

The fat fell dragon sitting on a mattress, the cushion offers no real purpose besides customary, Grima’s massive ass oozing off the edges of it. His titanic door crushing thighs remain plastered onto the mattress. The wide, gargantuan appendages spread over the entirety of the mattress. His gut nowhere near as exaggeratedly big as his lower half, the doughy mass of fat rests comfortably atop his thighs. His generous chest lurches forward down onto his heaping stomach, his line of neck rolls and chins resting above said chest. His fat addled arms are at a constant angle from the jutting fat from both his torso and his arms. “And why am,” Grima lets out a groan to catch his breath. “I last?”

Kiran wasting no time waiting, he steps to the side of Grima with a plate ready as well. “Cause I knew you could hold on a bit longer for me. And besides, I'm here right now aren't I?” Kiran places a plate full of nothing but sweets. Each confection is chock full of cannabutter, exactly to Grima’s liking.

Stepping back, he takes an appreciative look of all three’s bloated bodies. Not quite yet immobile, their bodies holding out a bit longer than expected, Kiran’s brain whits as he imagines their obese figures even bigger, said image only a matter of time.

The time coming very quickly, it doesn’t take much longer for the three of them to find themselves unable to get up. Unconcerned from before when moving was already taxing, they display the exact same lack of concern on the same day they can’t get up. And still, they continue to eat and grow. What is once the beginning somewhat resemblant of a body immobility eventually turns into shapeless immobile blobs. Clothes go completely forgone, the amount of fabric needed to cover a single mountain of a gut astronomical. Furniture gets swallowed under their lard, mattresses and couches alike unable to withstand and withhold copious amounts of flab. Space diminishes. With not one. not two, but three pathetically food addicted and weed addicted men, their ever flowing flab presses up against not only itself but against each other with only so much space in the room to go around. So much fat swaddling their entire forms, legs and arms become useless, the appendages becoming buried in a sea of flab. All too eager to keep on eating, the bulging walls are of absolutely no concern when their fat builds and pushes against all four corners of the room. Flab busting down a wall and seeping out in desperation of more room only earns a sigh of relief from them with more breathing room. The ever increasing rolls making up a chin eventually seem to meld together. A tire of fat forms around their fat faces. A handful of heaping rolls lining their stomach become two handfuls into even more, more and more fat piling on top of their corpulent frames. Where once a room was sufficient to house all three immobile piles of lard, soon it becomes a room plus a hallway. Then it turns into multiple rooms before half an entire wing is necessary. Eventually, they take up the entirety of said wing only to require even more space with their ever constantly fattening forms. Soon, the entirety of Askr castle becomes uninhabitable with the looming threat of the three blobs burying the castle under a cascading blanket of lard.

Askr castle now entirely devoid of any sign of people besides three blobs, the only sound one can hear is the churning of overtaxed machines as they perform their best to keep feeding their users. One machine per person is no longer sufficient, each of them requiring two to sate their black hole of a stomach. In what is presumably the throne room, a location Kiran can only guess from how big his heroes’ have gotten, what with any and all furniture destroyed and smothered by their fat, Grima’s big bloated body greedily guzzles away at his liquid food. His hands and legs are equally smothered under titanic fat rolls. His pale blubbery legs have absolutely no definition or shape to them, the oozing oceanic thighs splaying out on both sides around him. A sea of rolls making them up, each thigh alone rivals the size of an average room. So much fat stacked on top of fat, they even give Grima some height to his billowing, massively wide frame. Not that it means much when he’s over six times as wide as he is tall. His ass melding into his thighs, there is no distinction on where exactly they separate from his thighs. The back wall of the throne room bulges outward from the substantial weight pressing onto it. The side wall is already destroyed from his thighs. His stomach able to house, well a house, the big lake of fat comfortably slots itself in between and atop his thighs. His breasts divot down to the sides of his gut, each of them alone larger than an actual person. Tibarn visible in Kiran’s peripheral vision, at least one of the three immobile blobs visible even when far away from the castle, it takes Kiran a whole 50 meters to walk from the center of Grima’s body to Tibarn’s center.. Tibarn the unfortunate one to be stuck in the middle of the three, he took the role with gusto. Unwilling to let himself be outdone, his body gushes outward onto Grima’s and Corrin’s. So immensely fat, three tubes are stuck inside his mouth at all times, his fat cheeks cascading down onto his shoulders. A multitude of chins stacked on top of each other, the rings of fat sag all the way down to where his plunging chest is. Each breast so massively bloated with fat, his great big tits reach far down his stomach. A great feat considering Tibarn’s stomach alone could fill up a library twice over. So many rolls riddling his stomach, they all blend and mix in with his overtaxed thighs and ass, Tibarn’s body hard to tell where each part ends and another starts. His thighs mostly smothered by his absolutely mountainous stomach the appendage somehow manage to look comparatively small despite their overwhelmingly large size. Kiran walks another 55 meters to reach Corrin’s gut. Corrin the runt of the three, his body still puts a pack of elephants to shame. His body once holding out on keeping a semblance of a figure, now he is nothing but a bunch of fat laden rolls of a blob. His arms completely useless, the two rotund cylindrical columns of fat splay out to the sides of his engorged body. His back fat and neck rolls encroach his face, a bit of his hair obstructed by the growing mass of fat. On the right, most of his body takes up the entirety of a single wing where they first got addicted to weed. So massively big that he alone takes it up, Corrin’s gut and thighs are equally impressive. Able to cover far more than a dozen mattresses, his tonnage goes where it pleases, overtaking the few furniture not crushed under one of the three’s weight.

Returning from his own world, Kiran sighs with pleasure. Buying out an entire store, he holds a mere fraction of his pull. “I brought some more weed for you all,” He speaks into a small mic, the three unable to hear him from the gushing sounds of their guzzling without a speaker placed by their sinking faces of fat. The mere mention of the drug gets all of them going, the poor machines whirring even harder as they greedily suck on their slop of feeding tubes. “This is the life,” Kiran smiles to himself with a few stretches to prepare himself for the taxing climb of three mountains of fat.

Later in the day

“Kiran, don’t tell me you gave them even more of this weed thing to them?” Pacing back and forth in his new room in some other smaller, remote castle, Alfonse exasperatedly sighs as he slumps back in his chair.

“I went to check on them. See how bad the weed has been affecting them. Which is why people shouldn’t be taking drugs,”

Alfonse���s eyes shoot wide open from Kiran’s lecturing tone. “Y-you gave it to them! And you keep giving it to them! There is absolutely no lesson to be had here. No moral. No aesop. Nothing. Besides!” Alfonse points an accusatory finger at Kiran, staring up at them even as Alfonse goes to stand up. “There is no way such a drug normally exists. You had to have enchanted it,”

“And what about it?” Kiran noncommittal shrugs. He goes to sit in his chair, far too pleased with himself even as Alfonse berates him.

“Th-then!” Alfonse momentarily stops. His brain wracks itself as it tries to figure out what to say now, not expecting Kiran to purposefully admit being at fault. “Then stop acting like you’re innocent! You gave some to Kaden and Keaton and now this castle is soon to be overtaken by two blobs! They fill up the entire west wing now. Kaden’s chest is so huge that they could crush a wagon! And Keaton’s stomach could crush three of them! And if you’re admitting to being at fault then you need to fix this right this instant!” His entire chest heaves as he finishes his impassioned beratement. He finds himself standing right in front of the seated Kiran who only has a far too amused grin on his face.

“You’re wrong about that,”

“Huh? About what?” Alfonse’s eyes keep steady as they glare at the summoner.

“It’s not going to be two blobs,” Kiran stands up. He stares down at Alfonse, right in front of him. His steely eyes grin down at the confused prince, Alfonse’s body suddenly yelling at him to run only for his feet to remain plastered to the ground. Kiran whips Alfonse around, pressing him against himself. Producing a brownie out of nowhere he tauntingly holds it in front of Alfonse. “It’s going to be three,” He whispers in Alfonse’s ear. A single bead of sweat rolls down the side of his head as his arms and legs thrash about. His struggling slowly dies down the instant the brownie reaches the inside of his mouth, Kiran holding his hand against Alfonse’s lips. Feeling Alfonse’s body begin to slack, Kiran slowly lets him go.

“Ugh I…” With lidded eyes, Alfonse looks at his hands. “I feel so chill,” A little burst of giggling ensues as he drapes himself onto the couch. His flat stomach lets out a small little grumble. “I feel kind of hungry,” Grumbling to himself, he gently holds his stomach in hopes of soothing the pain.

“Here, I have some snacks for you,” An angelic smile now adorning his face, Kiran caresses Alfonse’s hair as he hands him some snacks. “I’ll go get you some more just in case too,” Walking off, Kiran goes to bring him the entirety of the kitchen’s stock.

Alfonse succumbing to the same fate as the others, Kiran has him working overtime in order to catch up. Stuffed to the brim with food all hours of the day, that is nothing compared to the copious amounts of weed he feeds him every half hour. So aggravatingly hungry, it takes only a few weeks for Alfonse to find himself immobilised by his crushing weight. Unaware of ever being angry from the use of weed, he can barely find himself begging for more of it before Kiran supplies it to him alongside another feast or two or three. His fat body is as plain as his once thin body; fat simply cakes itself onto it all over. No exact body part is a standout from the rest even as his body fills the entirety of his room only to take up a whole wing by itself, a sea of fat spreading all around with only Kiran able to tell that the body belongs to Askr’s prince. Making sure to give him a rough time, it all works out for Kiran as Alfonse soon grows to be fatter than Kaden and Keaton combined, the poor kitsune and wolfskin each taking up only a quarter of the smaller castle compared to Alfonse’s three fourths.

Kiran rests on top of Alfonse’s numerous chins, the cascading folds sufficiently enough for him to comfortably rest. He sighs contentedly as the whirs of three feeding machines fill his ears, Alfonse requiring two now. “Pretty soon you’ll need even more, fat ass,” Chuckling to himself Kiran grins from ear to ear. A good portion of Alfonse’s fat taking up his vision, Kaden’s and Keaton’s crushing weight take up another significant portion, the two of them needing one feeding machine. But it’s the sight in the far background that brings him the most joy. Off in the distance, the distinct sight of three blobs looms over the landscape. Askr castle entirely now no more, the great structure would be unable to contain a single one of them, much less three. A mountain itself an apt comparison to each of their bloated figures, Kiran simply grins himself as he thinks about his visit to them tomorrow, a great climb comparable to Mount Everest only done thrice in one day awaiting him. Though he considers it more than worth it, wondering just how big they can further grow, all of them happy to do so.

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Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Five

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that  making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil  but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly  woman.

Warnings: fluff, soft angst, denial of feelings, pining

Words: 2189

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Also, I’ve literally just realised that I’ve passed 300 followers so thank you guys so so much! Let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all xxx

Chapter Five

You rolled your eyes at Lily with a lazy smirk as the both of you waited for the boys to stop stuffing their faces in The Great Hall. Right about now they would most likely be stuffing their pockets full of snacks to have in Transfiguration that afternoon, they’d probably get detention for eating their snacks. Again. Finally, the boys came traipsing out of The Great Hall as if they had all the time in the world. Sirius was scoffing a vanilla cupcake.

“Bloody finally guys,” you giggled as you and your friends walked down the crowded corridors, “Merlin, how many snacks have you got in there?” you asked, gesturing at their bulging robes.

“Want one Y/N?” Sirius asked innocently around a mouthful of cake, you smirked at him before gathering up some vanilla buttercream on your finger before sucking it off, keeping your eyes on Sirius the whole time. He watched, his cheeks deepening to a bright red flush and he made a funny strangled noise in the back of his throat.

Giggling, you punched him in the arm and hung back, fully intending on speaking to Lily. However, before you could get a word out you found yourself face to face with a group of Slytherin girls who were all staring at you.

“Good morning ladies,” Sirius smirked as he walked past them while Remus looked back with a faint blush on his scarred face.

“Run along, Evans, we need to talk to Y/L/N alone,” the tallest one sneered.

Lily looked at you, chewing her lip, she had a worried expression on her face, “I’ll be fine Lil, really can you just tell McGonagall that I’m hung up?” you asked with a brave smile, though you really did feel nervous. Lily nodded before reluctantly walking down the corridor.

You turned back to the Slytherins, your hand gripping the wand in your pocket in case you needed it. You noticed that all of the girls were very pretty. Though, one girl was at the back of the group, she looked very bored to be here.

“You think you’re pretty smart don’t you Y/L/N?” the tallest one snarled again, she was presumably the leader, “you’ve ruined our last year at Hogwarts.”

“Excuse me?” you laughed as you tightened your grip on your wand, “I honestly have got no idea what you’re going on about.”

“This stupid bet that you’ve got going on with Sirius is what we’re on about,” another girl piped up, her brown eyes flashing menacingly, “you want him all to yourself don’t you?”

You seriously couldn’t believe that you were having this conversation right now, if you weren’t so confused it would actually be really amusing, “oh no, you see,” you giggled, “you’ve got the wrong end of the stick entirely. This whole bet thing is just a bit of fun,” and it was but you knew that Sirius was stubborn and he couldn’t resist a challenge.

“Still, I tried to come onto him the other day and he rejected me, he’s never done that before,” the leader said with a note of hurt in her voice, “there’s only one reason why he would do that and it’s not because of some stupid bet. He’s in love with you, haven’t you seen the way he looks at you when he thinks that no one else sees?”

That had to be the funniest thing that you’d heard all year. Surely you would know if one of your best friends was in love with you, wouldn’t you? You sighed as you rolled your eyes, you shouldn’t have had to explain yourself but you did anyway.

“Sirius is not in love with me, I don’t even know if he can love anybody, we’re just friends. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to class,” you shook your head, feeling completely bewildered at the conversation.

“You’d better watch your back Y/L/N, especially at the Quidditch match tomorrow,” one of them called after you.

Thankfully, you arrived at Transfiguration only a couple of minutes late, McGonagall looked at you sternly, her thin lips were pursed but she didn’t say anything. Sirius smirked at you as you sat down next to Lily. McGonagall announced that they were going to be starting human transfiguration, beginning with changing their hair colour. The class murmured with great interest as McGonagall taught them the incantation and the correct wand movement.

Your spirits were not dampened despite the fact that you – and the rest of the class – were only able to change the length of your hair, rather than the colour. You giggled as Lily’s hair was now a pixie cut, “hey, that really suits you.”

“Thanks Rapunzel,” she grinned at you. Your hair now reached the floor, you didn’t know what to do with so much hair but you kind of liked it.

Just as you were about to get to work on changing your hair back to its original state, you heard a couple of girlish giggles a few desks over from you. You gazed over to the other side of the classroom to see what all the commotion was about and your breath got stuck in your throat. Sirius was cockily smirking at his reflection in the hand mirror that he was holding and he was running his fingers through his hair. It was quite a lot shorter and it was more tousled than it usually was.

The surrounding gaggle of girls were all gazing at him adoringly, causing you to roll your eyes, he never missed a chance to show off. Almost as if he could feel your eyes on him, he turned to face you and winked, it was stupidly unfair how he looked even more handsome with the short fluffy hair he was currently sporting.

“Like what you see Y/N? Are you finally ready to admit that you fancy me?” he smirked, resting his hand on his chin as he stared at you.

“Mr Black,” McGonagall began in a warning voice.

You ignored McGonagall, scoffing at Sirius’ words, “pur-lease, me have a crush on you? No way.”

At your words, the group of girls gasped, Remus and Peter snorted while James just looked uncomfortable. Sirius laughed it off and if you hadn’t turned away you would have seen the pained look that flashed across his face. McGonagall sighed as she looked at you both, unbeknownst to you and Sirius; she had an ongoing bet with Slughorn on when you would finally get together. They’d first made the bet in your 5th year.

Later on that evening, you and Lily were sitting in front of the roaring common room fire as you told her about the Slytherin girl’s ambushing you.

“So, let me get this straight, they had a problem with you because they think that Sirius has a thing for you?” she recited and you nodded.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much the gist of it.”

Lily’s emerald eyes scanned your face, “well, maybe they have a point Y/N,” she held up her hands in mock defence as you glared at her, you couldn’t believe that she was taking their side, “just hear me out, okay? He’s been pouting all afternoon because of what you said in Transfiguration,” her voice lowered as the boys came to join you; she smiled as James kissed her.

Sirius sat in the armchair opposite you, it was true enough that he’d been in a mood all afternoon but it wasn’t your fault, not when he could have any girl he wanted.

“Lighten up Sirius, are you seriously in a mood because I told you that I don’t have a crush on you?” you wanted to make light of the situation, it would certainly make you feel better, “I thought your ego needed a bit of deflating,” you giggled.

“This has got nothing to do with my ego,” he muttered, staring into the fire, “but don’t worry, I’m just being silly,” he shot you a smile that didn’t quite reach those pretty eyes.

You sighed as guilt swirled around in your stomach.

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The following day, the morning of the first Quidditch game, Sirius was walking down to breakfast on his own, he had woken up late to find that his friends had gone down to breakfast without him. He didn’t realise that he had fake friends. Sirius was so hungry; he was craving something with chocolate or an extremely sugary cereal.

On the way down to breakfast, he ran into something twice as sweet, Y/N. He felt a funny fluttering feeling in his stomach as she smiled at him prettily, though he blamed it on the fact that he was so hungry.

“Hi Y/N,” he grinned and noticed that she was carrying a covered tray, “how are you feeling?”

She grimaced, it didn’t look like she was feeling too good, “nervous, I’ve been up for hours,” she laughed weakly as she chewed on her lip, “these are for you by the way,” she blushed as she uncovered the tray to reveal the most delicious looking chocolate brownies that Sirius had ever seen, “I made them this morning to say thank you for helping me get onto the team.”

Sirius chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair as he took the tray from her, “you really didn’t need to do that but thank you so much,” he blushed, it was an incredibly sweet gesture, “and hey, you were an absolute pleasure to teach,” he smirked. She rolled her eyes but still leaned up to plant a kiss on his warm red cheek anyway.

At breakfast, Sirius helped Lily and Remus finish off the banner that they had created for the match; Remus had drawn a picture of a lion devouring a snake. Remus also stole Sirius’ brownies, pretending not to notice the way that Sirius was glaring at him.

“I’m not hungry James, please I know you mean well but can you stop it? It feels like I’m going to be sick,” Y/N mumbled with her head in her hands. James sighed sympathetically as he rubbed her back. Even though Sirius knew that Y/N couldn’t see him, he smiled at her. No matter what the score came out as, he knew that she would be great.

It seemed like all too soon for before they were walking down to the pitch, Y/N had a sickly tinge to her skin and she wasn’t talking to anybody. Sirius smiled at her before going to sit in the stands with the others, “don’t worry, Y/N. You’re gonna be so great, I know it,” she smiled weakly at him, giving him a quick hug before she followed James into the changing rooms.

“Oh, could you get any more obvious? It’s revolting,” Regulus smirked as he stalked past his older brother. Sirius scoffed, he didn’t know what Regulus was talking about because it was Regulus who had a schoolboy crush on Y/N. He pulled a tongue at the back of Regulus’ head before running to catch up with Remus, Lily and Peter.

The atmosphere was electric as the long awaited Quidditch players finally flew onto the pitch, there were far more cheers than boos. Everybody, well almost everybody wanted to see Gryffindor win the first match of the season, a win would give Sirius and his friends another reason to celebrate at the Halloween feast and Hogsmeade the following day.

Sirius couldn’t see Y/N properly but he could tell that she was smiling; he imagined that her eyes were alight with excitement. He knew that she was completely comfortable now she was up in the air. The game was very exciting, even to begin with, in the first few minutes James scored an amazing goal.

Lily was so happy as she screamed, “that’s my boyfriend!” Sirius just knew that she would be rewarding James for that later on.

Halfway through the game, the crowd gasped in shock as a Slytherin beater aimed a bludger at a Gryffindor chaser, causing him to drop the Quaffle. The Gryffindor’s nose exploded but he soldiered on, refusing to let James call time out. Y/N was certainly pulling out the impressive moves as she looped and swerved, in search of the snitch. Sirius hated to think it but Y/N had her work cut out for her, Regulus was also an excellent seeker.

The young man gasped his heart in his mouth as Regulus and Y/N very nearly collided in the air, he shouted out his admiration, feeling extremely proud when Y/N expertly swerved to avoid Regulus. It was a very close match, Slytherin was leading by fifty points, Sirius was silently praying for Y/N to catch the snitch soon.

After ten more extremely tense minutes, Y/N’s nimble fingers closed around the tiny struggling ball. Sirius whooped and cheered along with Remus and Peter when he realised that Gryffindor had won while Lily sobbed on his shoulder. He looked up and grinned when he saw James and Y/N celebrating with their team, Y/N looked so young and beautiful as she hugged James. Sirius knew that she would always stay that way, for as long as she lived.

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Any tips on how to accept your body and your weight?

I’ve been trying to loose weight since forever and it’s hard and I want to keep going but not make it my priority and not let it really affect me but it’s hard.

I don’t really have tips for how to feel comfortable in your own body because that’s something per individual :/ But I have some tips for helping you reach your goals!

First, being in a caloric deficit and consistency are the only two things you need for fat loss. The issue that most people have — myself included — is consistency. You have to find something you can sustain for the rest of your life, because once you lose the weight you have to be able to keep it off so it’s not like you lose it and then can eat whatever you want. You’ll end up just gaining it all back, especially if you’re someone like me who has an unhealthy relationship with food and struggle with binging. So these diets like weight watchers, Atkins, Jenny Craig, or even things like keto or a low carb diet don’t really work because they’re not sustainable. You lose it at first and then you gain it back. And so you blame yourself thinking “Oh I just didn’t do it well enough and need to get back at it again” when in reality the programs aren’t meant to last forever. That’s how they get you to go back to it. They make you think it worked because you lost some weight for a bit and so you repeatedly buy their products. These diets are only useful as tools. They only help if you understand why you’re losing weight on them.

So you have to find something that works for you! If you tried something and lost weight but you weren’t able to keep it off and ended up gaining it back, then it’s not something that worked for you. As Albert Einstein once said, “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.” Try something different! I’m still trying to find the thing that works for me, 12 years of losing weight and gaining some back repeatedly.

Right now I’m trying to eat lower calorie foods that will fill me up, and that taste really good. For example, these are the kinds of meals I’m eating now:

Brownies: 280 calories for the whole plate (cocoa powder, chocolate protein powder, flour, baking powder, pinch of salt, Diet Coke, Lily’s white chocolate chips, topped with crushed reduced fat graham crackers)

Cheeseburger crunch wrap with salad: 430 calories for the meal (whole Joseph’s lavash bread, beyond meat crumbles [can use lean ground beef], onions, tomatoes, pickles, ketchup, mustard, reduced fat shredded cheese) and for the salad (cucumber, tomatoes, green onions, spinach, 0 calorie honey mustard)

Anabolic chocolate ice cream: 365 calories for the bowl (cocoa powder, PEScience chocolate cupcake protein powder, xanthan gum, topped with sugar free chocolate sauce and a fiber one brownie bar)

Breakfast burrito: 380 calories (whole Joesph’s lavash bread, 1 egg, 3 servings of egg whites, beyond meat crumbles, sugar free maple syrup for some sweetness — or can use salsa)

Egg grilled cheese sandwiches: 320 calories (4 slices Lewis 35 calories white bread, 4 servings egg whites, reduced fat shredded cheese — sometimes I’ll add some Simple Truth vegetarian deli ham slices for an extra 70 calories to add protein)

French toast with eggs and fruit: 430 calories for the whole meal — I usually have 4 pieces of French toast so that’s what the 430 calories is including. The French toast is 4 slices of 35 calorie Lewis bread dipped in a mixture of egg whites, cinnamon, Stevia, half capful of vanilla and cooked on pan with a bit of cooking spray. The eggs is 1 egg with 1 serving of egg whites and veggies. And I use sugar free maple syrup and just eat as much of that as I want because it’s only 5 calories for 2 tbsp.

Shepherds Pie: 285 calories for the bow full, 1/4 of the dish. (Mashed cauliflower — which is a head of cauliflower, one potato, few spoonfuls of Greek yogurt, and spices blended together; Gardein crumbles, frozen veggie mix, vegetable stock)

Nachos: 400 calories (2 whole Joseph’s lavash breads cut up and baked in oven to make chips, reduced fat shredded cheese, onions, salsa)

These are just a few examples. But notice how much food you get for low calories — that’s what you want! I’ve been trying this for the past month and have lost about 10lbs so far. I’m not sure if this is THE thing for me yet, but so far it’s incredibly easy to stick with because everything tastes so good! And it doesn’t feel like a diet or anything. The foods don’t taste like a 10/10 like the highly paletteable foods that are full of sugar and fat, but these are more like an 8/10 or sometimes even 9/10, and that’s worth it to me for being able to stay in a good caloric deficit. So if this is something you think might work for you, then definitely try it out! Read food labels and WEIGH your food! Even you’re bread — you’d be surprised.

On Saturdays I allow myself a “cheat” meal. We usually do something active like a bike ride and I’ll eat what I want afterwards. Right now I’m eating pizza 😂 But I’m going to be trying a low calorie chocolate chip cookie recipe for dessert tonight so I’m not going too crazy! The important thing is I can definitely see myself eating this for the rest of my life because I don’t feel deprived, everything tastes good, and I’m not constantly thinking about fast food because this food honestly helps those cravings as you can imagine.

So, just try to find something that works for you, that you can do for the rest of your life! Something is out there, I promise. Take your time with it. Trust the process, don’t rush it. Don’t try to lose weight fast because omg that’ll most likely cause you to gain it back because you’re under eating and will eventually want to give up and eat everything high in calories lol. Also, DON’T WEIGH YOURSELF EVERY DAY. I’d say once a week at most. But the scale isn’t that great of a tool because weight constantly fluctuates. Use your clothes and measurements to track progress, plus pics! Otherwise, you’ll get easily discouraged thinking you’re gaining fat when reality you’re probably losing fat but retaining water and gaining some muscle so the number went up.

This was a lot, but I’m so passionate about it and love helping people as much as I can with it, because I was really heavy a while back and know what it’s like to try to lose fat. So I really hope this helps ❤️ Feel free to DM me anytime if you want some more tips or recipes!

[tamquamm-alter-idem]

Heyy! Hope ur doing good!

For the ask game

6, 26, 68

Hi bestie I'm great! Hope you're good too:)

I'd want to die either due to old age and sickness or killed instead of a loved one or by saving a life (basically die for a good cause )

I'm currently craving chocolate brownies:(((

I just had a long talk with my mom lol

Thanks for the ask<3

[datheetjoella]

Fantober 2020, Day 16: Birthday

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: MakoHaru Rating: T Part: 16/31 (read the full collection here) Word count: 1,935 Tags: Canonverse, Established Relationship, Fluff, Friends & Family, Birthday Fluff Read at: AO3, FFn, or right here!

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With a smile, Makoto waved goodbye to his colleagues and left the building. Haruka had invited him to come over after work, so instead of heading towards the train station, Makoto walked to his apartment with a spring in his step.

On a scale of awful to great, today had been pretty good: his friends and family members sent him messages this morning, some of his university mates treated him to lunch, and the children in his class began to sing for him the second he entered the pool area. Everyone had chipped in to make this day memorable for him, but all the while, he'd been looking forward to seeing Haruka the most.

From back when he was a kid, his birthday was something he always enjoyed immensely. But for the first time in nineteen years, there was a bitter undertone laced throughout the sweet day. It was the first birthday he celebrated in Tokyo, without his family. He woke up without the scent of his mother's special birthday breakfast, without receiving his father's 'you're a man now' speech that he'd been getting since he was ten, without the twins arguing over who drew the prettiest picture and who made the best birthday wish for him.

Occasions like this made him miss them even more than he usually did. He'd known that would happen when he left Iwatobi to pursue his dream and it was a decision he still stood by, but it did make him feel a bit lonely. That was why he was so glad to have Haruka with him: if he were alone, he might've succumbed and given up after a month, fled back to Iwatobi with his tail between his legs. But Haruka brought that little piece of home with him, or rather, anywhere would be home as long as Haruka was there. Even when things got difficult or when homesickness overwhelmed him, Haruka's ever-present support gave him the strength to push through.

Still, it wouldn't feel right to pass this day by without speaking to his family, so maybe he could call them. It was getting pretty late and the twins were probably in bed already, but he hadn't had the time to sit down and chat with them and their parents earlier. He'd make sure to apologise to them during their skype session on the weekend.

A sense of relief washed over him as he grabbed the knob of Haruka's apartment door. Finally, he could hold Haruka in his arms and although every other gesture was nice, that was the only birthday gift he needed.

As he expected, the door wasn't locked but when he swung it open, he frowned. It was pitch black in the apartment. Haruka had to be home because he knew better than to leave his front door unlocked in Tokyo, so something else had to be up. Had he forgotten about his birthday and gone to sleep early?

After contemplating for a second whether or not to turn the light on, he flipped the switch anyway.

"Surprise!"

Makoto's jaw dropped. 'Surprise' was an understatement.

Haruka was very much awake, seated on the floor with a small smile adorning his features. On the table beside him stood his laptop with the screen turned to the entrance, displaying a group call with his parents and the twins, Nagisa, Rei, Gou, Rin, and even Sousuke.

Simultaneously, everyone yelled out a variation of 'happy birthday, Makoto' and tears sprang to his eyes.

"Haru!"

"Happy birthday," Haruka said and he patted the cushion on the floor beside him. "Come sit."

Makoto didn't need to be told twice. He kicked off his shoes and plopped down in front of the laptop, unsure who to greet first.

"Everyone, thank you so much for coming," he settled on, unable to hide his wide grin. "This really means a lot."

"Don't thank us," his mother said and before she could say more, the twins interrupted.

"Yeah, this was Haru-chan's idea!" said Ran, zealously moving closer to the screen in the hopes of being in view better, causing only her bangs and the top of her head to be visible.

"He got us all together." Ren tugged at his sister's arm to get her to sit back down, and their father put a hand on each of their shoulders, a reminder to stay calm.

"Haru," Makoto said again, but when he turned his head to face him, Haruka was no longer sitting next to him. He looked around the apartment and saw him coming from the kitchen with a plate in his hands.

"I didn't have time to bake something myself," Haruka said as he lowered the plate, "But I hope you still like it."

On the porcelain plate lied a brownie with a single lit candle stuck in it, and Makoto instantly recognised it as one from the deluxe bakery near the station. On top of the soft crumbly deliciousness, they also had chunks of chocolate baked through them, which made them even more amazing. "Like it? I love it, but these are so expensive!"

Haruka shrugged. "It's your birthday, so I got a whole box."

Before Makoto could open his mouth for more protests, Haruka sent a look through the webcam and in unison, everyone began to sing 'Happy Birthday' in varying degrees of English proficiency.

The lump in Makoto's throat returned, and he couldn't do anything but sit back and smile brightly at his wonderful friends and family. He was so grateful for every single one of them and he loved them all wholeheartedly.

When the song was over, the twins and Nagisa yelled out, "Make a wish!"

To humour them, Makoto closed his eyes as if to ponder about it for a moment, then he blew out the candle.

"What did you wish for, Onii-chan?" Ren asked.

"He's not supposed to tell us," Ran said, "if he does, then it won't come true."

"I'll make sure it comes true," Makoto chuckled, "because I wished for all of us to see each other again very soon."

"Do you think you and Haruka-senpai will be able to come back during the winter break?" Gou asked.

"We're planning to. I don't know when my last shift of the year is yet, but I can't imagine it'll be during the break."

"I'll be in the country too," Rin said with a sharp smirk, "So we can all meet up then. I hereby challenge you guys to a relay!"

"Don't cry when you lose," Haruka said, unimpressed.

Before Rin had the chance to sputter and shout obscenities in the presence of two children, Rei spoke up.

"We'll discuss the details later, when we have more information on our schedules. For now, I think it's time for us to sign off."

"What, already?" Nagisa whined, pushing out his bottom lip.

"We agreed we would leave after we said our piece to give Makoto-senpai some time with his family."

Nagisa sighed exaggeratedly and slumped against his desk. "I know."

"We'll catch up later," Rin said and Makoto nodded in agreement.

"Have a good one, Makoto," Sousuke said, a genuine smile breaking through his otherwise brooding exterior.

"Thanks so much everyone, I really appreciate this."

With waves and goodbyes and promises to talk more later, their friends exited the chat, leaving only the Tachibanas on the screen.

For the next half hour, Makoto and his family went over everything that happened in their lives since their previous skype session - which had been Saturday morning. The twins were in their pyjamas and told him with wide grins that they brushed their teeth beforehand so they could stay until it was their bedtime. Their enthusiasm was infectious and Makoto described the events of the day to them - and to Haruka - with an equally bright smile.

Makoto detected a hint of jealousy from his siblings when he mentioned the kids in his class. They grumbled under their breath that it was unfair those kids got to see him on his birthday and they didn't, while he was their older brother. He didn't want their moods to sour and, after assuring them that their rendition of the song had been far superior, quickly changed the subject. But on the inside, his chest was engulfed with endearment because their sullen faces were far too cute. Although he was craving it so much, the decision to wait with eating the brownie until he logged off seemed to have been the right one, lest they be envious of that too.

Big yawns signalled the twins' bedtime had been surpassed; they'd been so absorbed in conversation they lost track of the clock's minute hand. Saying goodbye to his family always saddened Makoto, but this unexpected moment filled him with such joy that the smile didn't leave his face even after he pressed the 'end call' button.

With a huff of satisfaction, he turned back to Haruka; the amazing Haruka who had arranged all of this especially for him. "Thank you so much, Haru," Makoto said as he took Haruka's hands in his. "This surprise was the best birthday gift I could've wished for. And the brownies are, too!"

"I'm glad you liked it," Haruka said with a smile of his own, "But those aren't my gifts. I have something else for you."

"You do?" Makoto said in astonishment, "You didn't have to, Haru, this was more than enough."

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to," Haruka said as he took out a box from behind the laptop; Makoto hadn't even noticed it. "Here."

The box was small enough to fit in his palm, tied shut with a red ribbon. "Can I open it?"

"That is usually the point of gifts."

Makoto snorted at that remark and tugged at one end of the ribbon, unravelling it and opening the box. When he saw what was inside, a tiny gasp left his lips. On a bed of silk lied a silver keychain with a heart-shaped locket.

"This is beautiful," Makoto said as he took the keychain out of the box, dangling it from his finger and letting the light catch it.

"Pop it open," Haruka said, and when he did, his own heart nearly melted.

Inside of it was a picture of his family and him, taken a few days before his departure. Though the picture was rather small, not only their faces were in view, but also a glimpse of the fully-bloomed cherry tree behind their house.

"Now you can always carry them with you."

It seemed like the older he turned, the more sentimental he got. But he didn't blame himself for the tears that welled back up because this gesture was incredibly thoughtful - not that he expected anything less of Haruka.

"Haru, thank you," Makoto said as he wrapped his arms around Haruka's neck. "This is such a wonderful gift, you have no idea how much this means."

"I think I do," Haruka said, but he returned Makoto's hug all the same. "There's room in the locket for one more picture, so you can decide what else you want to put in there."

"You already know whose picture I'm going to put in it." Makoto leaned his forehead against Haruka's, smile unwavering.

"Happy birthday, Makoto," Haruka murmured, then their eyes fell shut and their lips met in a tender kiss.

Although Makoto missed being with his family on this day, Haruka made up for it tenfold. As long as he had Haruka by his side, Makoto was sure every last one of his birthdays would be as lovely and unforgettable as this one.

[chillassimagines]

Bippity Boppity Boo - Freya Mikaelson Smut

(REQUESTED)

“So, you think I can’t handle brownies on my own?” Freya smirked at you as you gave her a faux pout.

“I just figured my expertise may give your product an advantage.” She joked and wiggled her fingers a little. You turned to your bowl of brownie mix and there were heart shaped chocolate chips mixed in.

“With all your witchy woo, huh?” You smirked right back at her. She shrugged and took her finger and scooped up some mix from the bowl.

“You have quite a few names for magic, which is never the actual term you use.” She slipped the batter past her pink lips slowly after her statement, making you bite your lip. You launched yourself off of leaning on the counter and wrapped your arms around your lover’s waist.

“Bippity boppity boo.” You booped her nose, making it crinkle up, and you laughed.

“You’re so weird.”

“And you love it.” You whispered against her lips, before kissing her. Your hands went lower and grasped her ass. She moaned lowly against your lips, prompting you to slip your tongue into her mouth and pressing your fingers against her crotch. “Already wet through your leggings, I see.” You noted, breaking from the kiss.

“I may have had an ulterior motive in my visit.” You let your hands hook onto her leggings and began sinking to your knees, taking the black fabric with.

“Definitely noticed. No panties either...naughty.” You tossed her leggings across the kitchen tiles and pushed her against the counter. “Put your leg up there, baby.” You whispered against her opposite thigh. She followed instructions and you hummed lowly at the sight she bared to you.

“Y/N...I need you so bad.” You smiled and dragged a finger down her lower lips.

“Oh really? Can’t really tell...think I’ll have to make it a bit more noticeable.” She nodded quickly. You lifted your mouth up to her heat and began suckling on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Yes, yes baby.” Freya’s hand lowered into your hair and jerked you up slightly so your eyes met hers. You gave her a wink and moaned against her. Her legs shook in reaction to the sensation. Your fingers crept up her leg and you inserted a finger inside of her warmth. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum soon.” You began kitten licking her clit and thrust your finger into her faster.

“Cum for me, Frey.” You slurped everything she had to offer as her thighs shook violently. Her chest rose and fell at a high rate, watching you clean up her delicious mess. You rose to your feet and let your thumb circle her sensitive nub, making her jump a bit.

“Uh uh, your turn.” She whispered as her lips met your neck to give you some colorful bruising. You thumb moved faster in circles, making Freya let out harsh gasps. “F-fuck!” You laughed quitely as she bit down on your neck as she grinded against your thumb while she came.

“I’ll be done now.” You giggled and patted her heat lightly, causing her to jump once more due to the over sensitive nerves.

“You’re so in for it, Y/N.” She flicked her wrist and your body floated onto your dining room table. Once placed down on the table your arms uncontrollably moved above your head and your legs spread. “You’re not going anywhere.” Sure enough, you couldn’t move.

“Well, good thing I don’t wanna.” You sent her a playful wink and she began wiggling her fingers in the air as she approached the table. By an invisible force your pants and panties were removed from your body. Your shirt and bra came next, leaving you bare on the cold dining room table.

“Look at these pretty girls...” Freya pressed her mouth to your tummy before wrapping her lips around one of your nipples, and rubbing the other in circles. “Mmm...so hard for me.” She gave the opposite nipple equal attention before pulling away and just playing with them between her fingers.

“More, Frey.” You whined out, grinding up into the air, not being able to move much of anything else.

“You think you deserve more after your little stunt?” She asked darkly, still rolling your wet, rock hard nipples in between her soft fingers.

“Please! I’ll be good, baby. I’ll be so fucking good for you.” You begged, craving for anything down there.

“You bet you will be.” She spoke quietly before getting herself onto the table. She dropped her jaw and let her saliva fall right onto your heat.

“You’re so hot, Frey.” You moaned, feeling the liquid spread across your lower lips. She dropped her jaw once more and this time the saliva landed on her lower stomach. You watched it make its way in between her thighs.

“Oh fuck yeah.” She gasped as she let her pussy meet yours. She began scissoring with you being magically pinned to the table. “You see that? How juicy we are? You have no idea how badly this turns me on.” She wiggled her fingers and you could not only feel her grinding on you, but it was almost as if there was an invisible vibrator between your pussies.

“Ah, ah, shit! Faster, just like that!” You threw your head back and lifted your hips up to meet her motions. Freya’s hand came down to your throat and she began grinding even faster.

“You like that, huh? You like being held down and fucked real good? You gonna fucking cum for me, Y/N?” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you kept moaning uncontrollably. You felt the pleasure building fast in your stomach and you felt on cloud nine.

“I’m g-gonna...c-cum.” You whimpered, barely able to form your sentence. Freya’s ass cheeks began clapping down against your vibrating pussy.

“Cum baby! Yes! Yes!” She shrieked as you felt her release liquid onto your throbbing mess. You shook uncontrollably as you came and grinded up against her warm thigh as you came down.

“You should use that voodoo more often.”

[yumenosakiimagines]

Hi!!! Can I request a Eichi x pregnant fem S/O him taking care of her while she is having a upset stomach and cravings? Thank you so much! 💕

Omg you sure can! I absolutely love babies so pregnancies make me super soft. I hope this is what you wanted! I had a lot of fun writing it. This is a slightly aged up Eichi btw!

Ame: oh this is going to be just a little drabble, no more than 500 words

Also Ame: :D

*Possible trigger* warning: Pregnancy and subtle mentions of puke, nothing too graphic though!

“Eichi, honey?”

“What is it you wanna eat this time, sweetheart?” The blond man inquired without even looking up from his reading, causing his partner to let out a chuckle.

“You make it sound like I’m eating all the time!” She complained playfully, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You are.”

“Huh?! Don’t be mean! It’s your daughter’s fault, you know?” She pouted.

It was his turn to chuckle this time, finally putting the book down and walking towards the bed where his wife was resting. He pet her head softly, almost like he was congratulating a small child for doing a good job, a custom he had picked up after endless hours spent with Tori; his pink haired junior had always enjoyed headpats, and the habit had just rubbed onto Eichi without him noticing until it was too late.

“I know, I know.” He kneeled down to press a little kiss to her growing stomach. He was so enamored with the thought of becoming a father already.  “So, what do the queen and princess wish to eat?”

“Hmm… Neapolitan ice cream… with chocolate fudge. Like, lots of it. More fudge than ice cream, if possible. And maybe some sprinkles on top?” She looked at him with pleading eyes; like she needed to. He had been wrapped around her finger for literally years, and now that she was baring his child, it was almost impossible for him to say no.

“As you wish, Oujo-san.” He put his hand over his chest and bowed, pretending to be a butler and earning a snort from her. He walked to the kitchen of the apartment the pair shared since they had gotten married, reaching the fridge in less than a minute. While it was located in one of the nicest parts in town, it was rather small and cozy, a perfect love nest for the beginning of their new life together, all those years ago. The birth of their first child would mean yet another fresh start, and the apartment would surely feel too modest for the three of them as their daughter grew, but he couldn’t bare to part with the old flat, at least for now. It held too many memories, a lot of firsts, immeasurable growth.

The big tub of ice cream was almost empty by now, even though he was sure it had been bought less than two weeks before. He was glad it was just ice cream this time; he still remembered when she desperately craved for brownie batter, and that one time she absolutely needed pickles dipped in whipped cream. He still shivered at the memory.

Eichi microwaved the fudge for a couple seconds, just how she liked it, and begun scooping the ice cream into a pair of mismatched bowls. If he wanted some he’d better serve himself a scoop or two cause she was surely not sharing, no matter how much Eichi begged. It was okay though, she was eating for two after all. The thought alone of his child brought a smile to his face.

He was too deep in his head to realize his wife had waddled her way into the kitchen until he felt her arms wrapping around him from behind, startling him a bit.

“It was taking you too long.” She lied, pressing her cheek to his back. Honestly, she just wanted to be with him.

“My apologies. It’ll be done in a second. Why don’t you take a sit?”

She hummed absentmindedly, grabbing the sprinkle shaker Eichi had left on the counter and walking to the table. Her bowl was placed in front of her a minute or two later and her face just lit up. She looked so innocently happy when digging in, it made Eichi’s heart feel completely full of love and adoration.

“(Y/n), slow down, you’ll make your belly upset.” He warned her gently, seeing as she was almost halfway done with her serving and he had barely even touched his.

Not more than a minute later, all color left her face and her spoon fell on the table. She immediately stood up, covering her mouth with her hand and running into the bathroom like her life depended on it.

Her husband was next to her in a matter of seconds, one of his hands holding her hair back while the other rubbed circles on her back to try and hopefully provide some sort of comfort. She was far beyond the point in which she didn’t want Eichi to see her in such estate; that stage in which she’d wake up nauseous every other day, unaware yet of her pregnancy long forgotten by now. He’d murmur sweet nothings mixed in with some apologies as she poured the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl, shoulders shaking slightly. She wasn’t ready for this, despite how many times it’d happened in the past. Even with the sore muscles, swollen feet, mood swings and achy back, and all the possible combinations between these, nausea was still by far the worst, for both parties. She hated going through it, and he despised not being able to help.

It was over as quickly as it started though, and she stood up, albeit a little shaky. He followed suit after flushing the toilet and held her lightly by her shoulders, just in case. Suddenly her body was drained of all energy, so she settled for staying in the bathroom for a while. Even now as she brushed her teeth for the third time in the past ten minutes, with her hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, comfy maternity clothes and slightly teary eyes, she was completely stunning to him. It was almost as if her pregnancy made her even more beautiful, something more akin to a goddess than a mere human.

Eichi decided the cold tiles were way too cold for her, so he decided to grab a blanket from the sofa and draped it over her shoulders; he also left a water bottle next to her, just in case. She thanked him with a silent smile, too tired to do anything. She could however motion for him to join her under the blanket, but it was simply too small for the pair. He swiftly positioned her on his lap, and she welcomed his tight, warm embrace thankfully. She dozed off within a couple minutes, exhaustion taking its toll on her young body. He joined her shortly after, feeling like he was holding the whole world between his arms.

[nastybuckybarnes]

French Fries

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky X Omega!Reader X Alpha!Steve

Summary: Being a pregnant Omega isn’t exactly a walk in the park. And when your mates become too much to handle, you lose your cool, letting them know just how unreasonable they’re being. And now they’re determined to make it up to you.

Warnings: Language, Minor Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: I love a/b/o. Might make this a mini series but idk

MASTERLIST

~*~

Being an Omega is hard.

Being a female Omega is even harder.

Being a pregnant female Omega bonded to two crazy alphas is probably the hardest thing you’ve had to deal with in your life.

You love your alphas to bits, but at times they can be a little overbearing.

“(Y/n)? Where are you, sweetheart?” You pinch the bridge of your nose as the pups inside of you squirm and kick, excited to hear their father’s voice.

“I’m in my office, Steve. Where I’ve been for the past four hours.” He pops his head through the doorway and smiles, the smile fading as he sees what sits on your desk.

“Honey, I thought we told you nothing too high in salt!” You glare at him. “But I wanted fries!” You exclaim as he picks up the box of deep-fried goodness.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay? What’s happening?!” Bucky runs into the room, a spatula in his hand.

“You let her go get fries? Buck, we’ve talked about the diet she has to stay on!” You pout in your office chair as the two of them argue.

“I never let her go get that! I wouldn’t! I know how important proper nutrition is during pregnancy. Well, based on what I’ve read, anyway.” Steve sighs and rubs his temples. 

“No more junk, (Y/n). No more going for walks by yourself, no more staying up super late, and no more work. You need to relax. The babies are going through crucial development right now and they need you to stay healthy and relaxed.”

A growl rips out of your throat and you spring off the chair as fast as you can, glaring at your two alphas.

“No! This is my pregnancy, my body, and my pups! If I want to go for a fucking walk because the air in the apartment makes me sick, I’m gonna fucking do it! If I want to eat pizza and pickles or ice cream and chips, you can’t fucking stop me! If I want to continue doing my goddamn job, I’m gonna do it and there’s nothing you can do about it! This is my pregnancy and I’m having fucking twins, and you two are acting like I’m a fucking porcelain doll. I’m not!”

They’re taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“I’ve been walking on fucking eggshells around the two of you. If you weren’t so caught up in being a textbook good parent, you’d see that you’re being shitty mates right now! Yes, I know I should be asleep at three in the morning, but does that mean my fucking children will sleep then? No! I’d much rather have you comforting me than telling me what the fuck to do all the time. Stop treating me like I’m a goddamn child!”

You storm past them as angrily as you can with your large bump, grabbing your jacket, hat, and mitts off of the couch and opening the front door.

“Don’t even think about asking me where I’m going. Don’t call, don’t text, don’t follow me. I need a break from you two because you’re fucking suffocating me! When I get back things have better be changed, or else I’ll spend the last few months of my pregnancy away from the two of you. Understood?” The two alphas stand dumbfounded by the door, nodding their understanding and genuinely afraid of you.

You’ve never really shown them how much what they do is bugging you, and now they feel like absolute shit because you’re one hundred percent right. They’ve been so caught up trying to be good parents for their unborn pups, that they’ve been neglecting their duties as your mates.

Determined to fix things, they discuss how the Hell they’re gonna make it up to you.

~

You walk around the quiet neighbourhood around your cozy house, hands shoved deep in your pockets as you think about everything you impulsively yelled at your mates.

You couldn’t help the sudden onslaught of emotions; it’s part of the pregnancy.

You rub your stomach gently, trying to calm yourself down enough to think about having a civilized conversation with either of them. You know you’re not in the wrong here.

Well, maybe you’re a little in the wrong, but they’ve been totally one hundred percent unreasonable.

Not once have you gotten to actually enjoy your pregnancy. You’ve been too busy looking over your shoulder making sure they’re not about to jump down your throat for some stupid reason or another.

After about a half hour more of walking, you head home, determined to make yourself a mug of hot cocoa and ordering some nice pizza. Or Chinese food. Whichever you’re craving more when you get home.

~

Your alphas watch as you walk into the house, slipping out of your winter boots and hanging your outside gear up in the closet by the door.

They say nothing as you make yourself a mug of hot chocolate, their eyes on your body as you bustle about in the house. When you finally sit down on the couch, a few take out menus in your hand, they approach you.

Steve takes a seat on the wooden coffee table in front of you, bring your feet up into his lap and massaging them while Bucky sits beside you, trying to take little whiffs of your scent.

“We’re so sorry, Omega. You were right. You aren’t as fragile as we’ve been treating you. We haven’t been letting you do anything you want and that’s not fair of us. So for the next little while we’re gonna be letting you do what you want, so long as it’s not dangerous or anything like that.” You look over at him then down to Steve, trying your hardest not to cry.

“I just… this is my first pregnancy. And I’m sorry for yelling and everything but a couple of French fries aren’t going to be the end of the world. You guys… I don’t know. I just want us to settle down a bit. I know you guys are nervous, but imagine how I feel! I’m carrying our pups inside of me and I’m growing in ways I don’t want to be and I’m getting chunky in all the wrong places. My back hurts and my boobs are tender and I can’t sit down without feeling like a manatee… and on top of that, I have two crazy protective alphas who aren’t giving me space to breathe! I just-” you stop and take a few deep breaths.

“I‘m growing people. Inside of me. So I’d like it if you guys could calm down a little bit. Please.”

The two of them nod, Bucky ducking his head to nose at your bonding mark.

“We will. We promise. We’re sorry for being so… horrible. Looking back I want to punch myself and Bucky for the way we were acting. We were hardly treating you like a person and we’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

You raise your eyebrows at Steve’s words.

“Anything?” You ask, your voice low. “Anything,” they both whisper, kissing your skin wherever they can. 

You smile wickedly and nod.

“Bucky, go down to the bakery around the corner and pick up some fudge brownies, and Steve, go get some pizza from that place that we always get from but makes us feel horrible for eating. Also, a milkshake and a jar of pickles. Pronto.” They laugh and each kiss your lips once.

“You’re a handful, omega,” Bucky says while grabbing his coat.

“Yeah, but you love me.” They both nod, smiling at you.

“Yes, we do.”

~*~ Fin

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winter reminiscence pt . 2

Summary: Upon meeting Timothee on the bus, Y/N goes to her favorite bookstore, while Timothee goes out to his study place, to get their minds off of each other. Unfortunately, for both of them it is a small world they live in and luck was not on their side, or was it?

word count: 1,967                                                                                     reading time aprox: 7 mins

timothee's pov

From the turn the bus had taken after she had gotten off to a few stations down, I sat despairingly in my seat, cooped up in evident mental suppression. I ran my fingers through my curls, while my other hand played with the ‘Columbia University’ tassel that hung from my side pocket, scanning the surroundings and finding the bus a ghost town. 

“Kid, this is the last stop” The bus driver announced over the loudspeaker, the wheels screeching to a halt, catching my attention.

“Sorry, thank you” I apologized, apprehensively waving a hand to gesture my atonement. With that I stepped off the bus and made my merry way to the coffee shop where I would buy my daily dose of caffeine. 

The sign read “bon café” in luminescent script, surrounded by cartoons of miniature succulents and vines that draped across the cafe’s door frame. The aesthetic of the place reminded me of the trips to Marseille with my dad whenever I’d fly to France to meet him. The greek inspired textured walls, the little ornaments of boats, and the paintings of water would be what my father called “la plus belle époque architecturale”.

Standing by the counter, I took my place in line while listening to the muted tracks of ‘Jingle Bells’ and ‘White Christmas’ that battled against the chatter that filled the atmosphere. As soon as I got to the front, I ordered a hot chocolate and a buttered bagel, knowing that I was going to be here for a while. 

I picked up my order from the counter, and chose a two-seater in the corner where a single ficus stood, an overhead light illuminating the table. I rested my Anthropology textbook in front of me, opening to the review page as I studied for my Midterms. 

The rings of the welcome bell by the front door would take me out of my concentration, although I tried to focus on the material in front of me. But what really did it for me was the change of music in the place, the cheery seasonal playlist was swapped out for a Beatles song, specifically, ‘Here Comes The Sun’, more specifically:

her favorite song

It seemed as if I suddenly forgot how to read as my eyes scanned the same phrase over and over again. With this, I closed the book aggressively, shutting my eyes in irritation and dragging my hands over my face. In addition to this, as the song ended, ‘She Loves You’, another song from the beatles, came on. 

With a groan, I rested my head on the surface of the table, banging my head in attempt to physically shake out all the sensations and memories I wish I regretted. 

-

“She’s my best friend Y/N! Why can’t you understand that” I muttered in a low tone, pinching the bridge of my nose as I tried to keep this stupid and unreasonable fight to rest. 

“I’m not saying I don’t understand Timmy, I get it! She’s your best friend and I understand that completely. But how do you expect me to react when she’s telling all her little friends that you, quote on quote, told her you wanted to kiss her” She counteracted, crossing her arms while shaking her head at me, which seemed to fuel me even more.  

“That’s how we joke around and it was through text. Gosh, can you even take a joke?” I justified

“So that’s joking around, huh. Right Timmy? That’s joking around” She asked, sarcasm dripping off every word she spoke. “But whenever another guy dm’s me, suddenly, you want to log into my account to check them out and then magically they get erased from my message box. Right Timmy?” 

I stood silent as anger began bubbling through my veins, traveling upwards towards my face as rouge began to show through my pale skin. With clenched fists, and gritted teeth, I managed to get out “So what do you want me to do, huh, do you want to stop being friends with her?” 

“That’s not what I’m saying Chalamet, I’m literally just here confronting you on a situation that I’ve heard of” She stated, letting out a breath as her passive-aggressive words slipped out from her lips. 

“But that’s what you want, don’t you? You want me to stop talking to her?”

“That’s not what I’m sayi-”

“No you tell me” I stated firmly, cutting her off mid-sentence. “If that’s what it takes for you to drop this, I will” I confessed, staring at her blankly, my lips frozen in a line. 

“Yes” She nodded, sighing as she rubbed the side of her temples. “But I don’t want you to do it, if you really don’t want to. I don’t want to sacrifice your convenience for mine” She added on, her natural compassion trickling into her speech. 

Taking out my phone, I searched up the contact that I had of my best friend and with a little hesitation, clicked the block button and placed my phone back in my pocket. 

“There” I replied dryly. “Anything for you” 

-

y/n’s pov

Trudging through the melted ice, I made my way to a modest bookstore that nobody really knew about. It was in a quaint neighborhood in Brooklyn that had old fashioned cobble streets, filled with extraordinary and history filled antique shops, charming eateries and cafes, museums, and statues of people long gone.

Quickening my pace, I pushed against the glass door and into the, fortunately, heated space filled with countless amounts of literature. What I loved about this secret library was that it was a hidden gem in the area as it isn’t particularly visible compared to the garnished and well-decorated buildings beside it. 

The plain peach walls and the small reading benches created a cozy atmosphere, a perfect place to sit down and embark on adventures through other people’s written words. 

Shimmying through the aisles, my fingers ran to touch the spines of the old books as I, once again, found myself in between the ‘coming-of-age’ and ‘historical dramas’ section. Closing my eyes, I continued to feel the books until I landed on a random novel, plucking it out of the shelf, I opened my eyes to see printed “Little Women” as the title. 

With a curious smile, I read the blurb eager to set upon another expedition. Maybe one to get my mind off of my own trying times. It seemed to be about four sisters, set back in the Civil War Era, that described the values of poverty and family. 

Approving the book, I read the first few pages and walked over to the counter, where a brittle old lady with an obnoxious hat and humongous reading glasses sat idle. 

“Good afternoon” I greeted, handing her the copy I had taken from the shelf, waiting patiently as she tried finding the barcode for the book. 

“Little Women I see, I remember when I was about your age I would find myself gravitating towards this book again and again” She grinned, releasing a hearty chuckle that ended up in a coughing fit. “Pardon me, I guess the old lungs don’t work like they ought to” She admitted. 

Throughout her spiel, numerous scans had been demonstrated and nothing but a red bulb light up, indicating there was some sort of error. “Oh golly me, I apologize for the inconvenience young lady. I guess I’m not the only one getting old” She joked. 

I politely joined in, but ultimately grimaced as she proceeded to bang on the machine with unknowing force. “This might be a while” She bashfully disclosed. “If anything, please feel free to browse, this’ll be about 15 to 30 minutes”

With a courteous nod, I notified her of my return later on as I stepped outside of the store, basking in the imposing village around me. With a breath of fresh air, my eyes landed on an archaic coffee shop embellished with shrubbery across the street to where I was. 

I squinted my eyes at the outside menu plastered on a chalkboard near the entrance, although my nearsightedness limited me as I only recognized blots of white chalk and of what looked like script. 

An abrupt grumbling noise broke the quiet air and I felt a twist in my stomach. Suddenly, I felt the craving for a chocolate croissant and maybe a brownie or three. The scent traveling from the crepe cart near me didn’t help with the situation, my sense of smell lolling in the piquant aroma. 

I walked across the street clutching my stomach as I was rather not keen in being cold and hungry. The glass front came into view, squaring in on various college students chatting about or studying and business men absorbed into typing furiously on their laptops. 

Opening the door, I was instantly hugged by the smell of coffee and the warmth provided by the old fashioned heaters, finding a spot on line to order a few things.

timothee’s pov

The ringing of the cafe bell snapped me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to reality, where I suppressed those memories in the back of my head. Opening my textbook once again, I forced myself to invest my full fledged attention to the course. 

At least that was the initial plan, when a phone dropped in front of my table for the second time today, causing me to do a double take as the scene from my memories has discernibly come to life in front of me.

y/n’s pov

“Shit!” I cursed gracefully, tripping over an old rug and hearing the sound of my phone’s impending doom. With a sigh, I turned around with a croissant stapled to my lips and a brownie bag in one hand. “I’m so sorry-” I mumbled through the baked good, but stopped when found my phone in the same place as it was before. 

Realization hit me and mortification soon inundated my stance, my current appearance giving a sharp blow to my dignity as Timothee sat handsomely in his seat. 

“You seriously need pants with deeper pockets” He quipped, handing me my phone with an uncomfortable smile. Gazing at my state with condolence. 

“Thank you...” I paused, “Again for, you know, saving my phone” I replied stiffly. Never meeting his fixed stare, I focused on the tips of my shoelaces, reminiscing on my favorite episode of Phineas and Ferb, my thoughts carelessly diverting my attention to these fond memories. 

“So, um, how have you been?” He asked with a tight smile, folding his textbook close. 

“I’ve been great” I replied a little too enthusiastically like I had something to prove. I looked at him chastely, noticing the flecks of brown in his irises, something I’d spend hours fixated on when we’d lie in bed. “How’s college going on for you?” I asked, referring to the book in front of him. 

“Oh yeah, college, it’s difficult, I guess” He answered with a dry chuckle, scratching the back of his head. 

Sensing the unpleasantness in the air, I nodded at him and smiled, the chattering voices in the background unable to fill the awkward silence between us. “Um, anyway. I best be going” I said, the words basically fumbling out from my tongue. 

I hastily reeled around, making a full 180 as my heartbeat threatened to fall out of my chest with the pace it’s been going at. Tucking my phone in my back pocket, I pursued an escape route from the arduous ambience. 

However, the action was pulled to a halt when I felt an all too familiar hand grip my wrist falteringly. 

“Wait” 

Timothee spoke with a dawdling and reluctant voice, in which I turned around prudently, looking into his unreadable eyes. 

But at least this time, he was looking back at mine. 

-

finale

[thatmultifandomhoe]

Aesthetics Tag Game

Another tag game! This one’s an aesthetics tag game! I was tagged by @sweetae-tae @iniquitouspoppy that you sweet peas!

Rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold. (I’m gonna bold and italicize cause I’ve noticed that on the app, it doesn’t show up if it’s just bold)

(Soft!) baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

(Dark academia!) neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

(Edgy!) closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humour | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

(Seventies!) colourful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

(Preppy casual!) collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

(by @masterninjacow!) rainy mornings | sweet steaming tea | cats’ purrs | daydreaming about fantasies | back hugs | glinting necklaces | loud video games | grumbling thunder | constantly chewing gum | wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear to bed | watching horror movies at night | nibbling on chocolates | talking to yourself | short hair | sad lofi music | messy sketches | sweet-scented body wash | spicy noodles at midnight | hating physical affection but craving it at the same time | ending all texts with lmao or rip

(by @cherriigguk!) dried flowers | painting at 2 am in oversized sweater | up until sunrise | abundance of blankets and plushies | minimalistic colours | writing when you can’t sleep | warm banana bread on a winters day | stroking a sleepy dog | big eyeliner | butterfly clips | lo-fi hip hop | glossy lips and rose tinted cheeks | afternoon tea with old friends | oversized cardigans | herbal tea | dainty jewellery | self-care evenings | messy low bun or ponytails | dark hair | too many sketchbooks |

(by @bisoo!) fairy lights | walking in the woods | night city | waves sound | drinking hot chocolate or tea during raining days   | being wrapped in a blanket | polaroids | pastel stuff | mint tea | cats’ furr | baked brownies or cookies | French toast/pancakes for breakfast | drinking tea at 3 am with friends | café | doing braids on your friend’s hair | lots of plushies | doing old drawings again | boxes full of doodles | iced coffee

(by @iniquitouspoppy!) cuddling with pets | collecting art | journaling at night | flower dresses | raccoon eyes | thunderstorms | listening to music in bed | gaming | anything (pastel) rainbow | jumpsuits | taking pictures with an old camera | pictures everywhere | spending time with friends until the sun goes down | being alone and loving it | being alone and hating it | reading in the train or bus | just reading all the time | biking everywhere | buying flowers | biting your lip | blue skies, white clouds | big tattoos | piercings | stargazing |

(by @hauntedlilies!) the smell of petrichor | dancing | strong coffee | laughing with your whole body | morning sex | re-reading books from your childhood | being touchy with everyone | art history | travelling alone | sweaty bodies in the club | red wine | trying out new dishes (cooking) | marzipan | elaborate daydreams | spicy food | multiple earrings | city sounds | boardgames with friends | empty museums | shooting stars |

(by @sweetae-tae) zoning out when talking to someone | travelling with friends | concerts and music festivals | doing something just because it makes others happy | being happy when loved ones are happy | mom-friending everyone | buying new flowers you know nothing about | baking for others | trying out new things | listening to one song on repeat for hours | not being able to find one specific song to listen to | doing things to keep your ming busy | a cool breeze during warm days | staying up for “just one more episode” | wishing on dandelions | collecting four-leaf-clovers | dimples | contagious laughter | decorating your room with photos and postcards and posters | winter nights when it snows heavily

(by @thatmultifandomhoe) dyed/fading colored hair | maxi skirts and tank tops | books everywhere | gardening | giving items a new purpose | finding joy in doing you makeup | getting sad after doing your makeup | dressing up just to stay at home | silver jewelry | multiple piercings | losing rings | coffee stains on desk | pen pals | touch starved | leather jackets | always cold even in the summer | clinging to that one stuffed animal that’s seen better days | notebooks half filled |  messy handwriting |  sticking pens/pencils in hair |  easily forgetting things | blue eyes that are more grey |  sentimental | cries easily |  clinging to memories |  feathered earrings |  always playing music

Tagging: @mygsii @myforeverforlife  @peonybane  @hobicomeholla29  @loser-dot-com @jeonsdear @namsjoon  @kpopcinnamonswirlroll @eashmo201 @1997jk @soulofatiny @cherryeoo @minniepetals @minniesmarshmallow @yoongi-sugaglider  @crystaljins @taestfully  @hyyunjins​ @i-am-delaney @worldwidebt7 @flurrys-creativity  @apurpledheart @holyfluffly @yunception @boymeetsweevil @chans-chair @brokecollegenerd @jinyoungsir @writersrealmbts @kpophoneybunny​ @actuallythatwaspromise​  @ladyartemesia​ @haylo4ever​ @ggukcangetit​ @kpopfanfictrash​ @wwilloww​ @jingabitch​ @kigurumu​ @jamaiskook​ @thatlongspringnight​ @ot7always-main​ @dreamystuffers​ @hauntedlilies​ @koophoriia​ @lorealchanelll​ @sweetheart--sannie​

[hobicomeholla29]

Aesthetics Tag Game

Tag game! This one’s an aesthetics tag game! I was tagged by @thatmultifandomhoe Lindsay 💖

Rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold. (I’m gonna bold and italicize cause I’ve noticed that on the app, it doesn’t show up if it’s just bold)

(Soft!) baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

(Dark academia!) neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

(Edgy!) closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humour | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

(Seventies!) colourful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

(Preppy casual!) collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

(by @masterninjacow!) rainy mornings | sweet steaming tea | cats’ purrs | daydreaming about fantasies | back hugs | glinting necklaces | loud video games | grumbling thunder | constantly chewing gum | wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear to bed | watching horror movies at night | nibbling on chocolates | talking to yourself | short hair | sad lofi music | messy sketches | sweet-scented body wash | spicy noodles at midnight | hating physical affection but craving it at the same time | ending all texts with lmao or rip

(by @cherriigguk!)  dried flowers | painting at 2 am in oversized sweater | up until sunrise | abundance of blankets and plushies | minimalistic colours | writing when you can’t sleep | warm banana bread on a winters day | stroking a sleepy dog | big eyeliner | butterfly clips | lo-fi hip hop | glossy lips and rose tinted cheeks | afternoon tea with old friends | oversized cardigans | herbal tea | dainty jewellery | self-care evenings | messy low bun or ponytails | dark hair | too many sketchbooks |

(by @bisoo!)  fairy lights | walking in the woods | night city | waves sound | drinking hot chocolate or tea during raining days   | being wrapped in a blanket | polaroids | pastel stuff | mint tea | cats’ furr | baked brownies or cookies | French toast/pancakes for breakfast | drinking tea at 3 am with friends | café | doing braids on your friend’s hair | lots of plushies | doing old drawings again | boxes full of doodles | iced coffee

(by @iniquitouspoppy!)  cuddling with pets | collecting art | journaling at night | flower dresses | raccoon eyes | thunderstorms | listening to music in bed | gaming | anything (pastel) rainbow | jumpsuits | taking pictures with an old camera | pictures everywhere | spending time with friends until the sun goes down | being alone and loving it | being alone and hating it | reading in the train or bus | just reading all the time | biking everywhere | buying flowers | biting your lip | blue skies, white clouds | big tattoos | piercings | stargazing |

(by @hauntedlilies!)  the smell of petrichor | dancing | strong coffee | laughing with your whole body | morning sex | re-reading books from your childhood | being touchy with everyone | art history | travelling alone | sweaty bodies in the club | red wine | trying out new dishes (cooking) | marzipan | elaborate daydreams | spicy food | multiple earrings | city sounds | boardgames with friends | empty museums | shooting stars |

(by @sweetae-tae)  zoning out when talking to someone | travelling with friends | concerts and music festivals | doing something just because it makes others happy | being happy when loved ones are happy | mom-friending everyone | buying new flowers you know nothing about | baking for others | trying out new things | listening to one song on repeat for hours | not being able to find one specific song to listen to | doing things to keep your ming busy | a cool breeze during warm days | staying up for “just one more episode” | wishing on dandelions | collecting four-leaf-clovers | dimples | contagious laughter | decorating your room with photos and postcards and posters | winter nights when it snows heavily

(by @thatmultifandomhoe) dyed/fading colored hair | maxi skirts and tank tops | books everywhere | gardening | giving items a new purpose | finding joy in doing you makeup | getting sad after doing your makeup | dressing up just to stay at home | silver jewelry | multiple piercings | losing rings | coffee stains on desk | pen pals | touch starved | leather jackets | always cold even in the summer | clinging to that one stuffed animal that’s seen better days | notebooks half filled |  messy handwriting |  sticking pens/pencils in hair |  easily forgetting things | blue eyes that are more grey |  sentimental | cries easily |  clinging to memories |  feathered earrings |  always playing music  

(by @hobicomeholla29) oversized t-shirts | thick rimmed glasses | sneakers | lo-fi beats in the background | singing out loud when home alone | messy bun | extensive Pinterest boards | bare feet at home | day dreaming | camping | lots of pillows | boots | different playlists for different occasions | dancing everywhere | thinking about random scenarios | online friends | cooking | sleeping late |scarfs | traveling |

Tagging: @foxybread @bangtanloverboys @dawndrms @crazy4myself @minniepetals @yoongi-sugaglider @moccahobi @hyyunjins