#new clothes everytime you gain more fucking weight

[werewolf4vampire]

hmm. i think. maybe i can't actually get better

[soggiepocketz]

hii so a couple years ago i bought these pants second hand, they were just a plain pair of camo pants, and i honestly hated them cause they weren’t even good camo, they were just ugly camo, but being the size i am i take what i can get usually. it only took wearing them for less than 10 days before they started to completely fall apart…i am autistic so i find comfort in wearing the same thing over and over. i was wondering why they had come apart so fast, and i noticed the tag on them said “fashion nova”. in 10 days, the inner thighs and crotch/butt had been entirely worn away by my walking, the back of the pants had somehow ripped apart, the belt loops broke. i don’t have a lot of pants that fit comfortably. especially since gaining more weight. but even though these pants are absolute fucking shit, im going to keep wearing them and trying to fix them and make them last as long as i possibly can. cuz im too fucking broke to buy any new pants and almost all the ones i have don’t fit anymore. i will patch them up everytime they start to rip apart and i will add my own stuff to them to make them unique. so far there have been several patches added to cover up the places that were becoming nonexistent, as well as other handmade patches for bands i love including doom scroll, acid bath, we the heathens, amigo the devil, the used, bridge city sinners, a couple local hardcore band patches there as well as some anti-fascist ones too. on the top lip of both pockets on either side of the pants i’ve sewn on a zipper and some spikes from another pair of pants, and there are two black jean straps hanging from either side of the pants that have been splattered in bleach. and they’re not pants anymore either btw cuz i cut them into shorts. gotta love giving clothes new life when they were made to be thrown in the dump within a WEEK BRO…long live new flesh death 2 old skin. fuck you fast fashion and fuck u capitalism forever.

[darlingletshurttonight]

The Piano

(okay yall i wrote something. this takes place after gaon finds out yohan is alive the second time. i had written this for myself but if this helps anybody get their daily dose of gahan, here it goes. its not proofread or anything so bear with me :’])

Gaon walked out of the mansion, feeling empty. Of course, he was happy that Yohan was alive, and he was with Elijah. He was relieved that he was able to keep his promise to Elijah. It was such a relief that they were together again.

Only, without him.

Yes, he had fucked up. Yes, he almost messed up the bleak relationship Yohan and Elijah had. It never struck him how easily he blended in with them. Okay, it did strike him, but he chose to ignore that it might not have been permanent. It probably never would be. He just... wished he could go back.

As he walked his usual path home, he noticed another sapling, growing in dire conditions on the side of the road. The leaves were yellowing, roots sticking out from the mud.

"Are you alone too?" he murmured, picking up the broken pot.

He held it close as he walked down the stairs, wondering when was the last time he felt so lost. Alone.

Maybe this was a good thing? Even if the thought of having nobody made him shiver in anxiety and pain. He couldn't even process how he lost so many people so quickly. He regretted some things, he appreciated some things. By the time he reached his front door, his sleeves were stained with the mud, and mind still hazy from everything that had happened. He was hoping the walk would clear his mind. But this wasn't something a walk would fix. He soon realized, this wasn't something that diving deep into work and losing the little sanity he had left would fix. He skipped meals, came home late and didn't talk to many people. His only company was his mind, which wasn't really helping.

He was sitting on the bench on his terrace with his dinner that consisted of a single coffee. He knew that he was getting a fresh start, he had to start living for himself now, there was no other way. He wondered how Elijah's rehabilitation was going, was she able to feel her legs? Was she able to stand, walk around? What was their relationship like now?

He felt a turmoil every time he even vaguely thought of Yohan. His emotions would fly through a spectrum. The more days went by, the more he got time and clarity to think, and the more his anger and acceptance clashed.

Was he not enough?

He was never a part of them, he was just visiting.

Did he not repent for his mistakes enough?

They needed time away to heal.

Did Yohan lose all the trust he had in him?

Elijah's treatment was a priority.

Had Yohan finally pushed him away?

He must have needed space from the person who didn't choose him many times.

Had Gaon, read it all wrong?

There was only so much he could do to convince himself that there was once a beautiful phase in his life - short, surrounded by pain and betrayal - but beautiful nonetheless. He now had to build meaningful relationships with people from the ground up, and people were exhausting. He was tired of losing.

Why was he the one always losing his people? As he watered his plants, he noticed the newest one not doing so well. He put in some fertilizer, adding some rocks at the bottom and placing it in a different location.

Maybe this is what he needed. Some reorganizing.

Gaon had known how to play the piano. His father's piano was still in the house, by the corner. He had learnt a few things from him. He wasn't the best, but Gaon liked learning it exactly the way his father played it. After their death, he never looked at it. He had managed to sideline its existence, simply because no one could play it the way he was used to.

It seemed old now, worn out. Gaon had cleaned it once in a while, just as any other furniture in the house. Not a single key had been played since the last few years, this was the first time Gaon was properly looking at it. He sat on the seat, immediately regretting it. He felt the keys softly, trying to gain some familiarity.

Nothing.

He pressed a key, another one, and another one. His pace got quicker and the sound messier as he desperately tried to make sense of the unfamiliarity,

He stood up in frustration, and gave up on the attempt. As he lay curled up in bed, the weight of not just the loneliness but the strength he didn't have to continue weighed on him. His tears fell, and he was at the rock bottom again.

He came home the next day, and stared at the piano from the kitchen table. Why he was so adamant on playing it, he didn't quite understand. He rummaged through some old boxes in his house, and found a music notebook, with some loose sheets inside. Placing them on the sill, he tried to read and play. He didn't care if he was playing it right, he just wanted to play. He wanted to feel something. He wanted to feel the comfort of sitting next to his father who played a love song for his wife, every time she came home from work. He wanted to feel that belonging.

He played after work everyday. He missed a lot of notes, he had to look up tutorials to understand things he had forgotten. He wasn't acing this, but it kept him going.

He chose to ignore the images of Yohan that crept in his mind as he played the piano. And then one day it didn't hurt so much to think about Yohan as he played. And the next day he deliberately thought of Yohan, not that he had to put in much effort for that. He imagined playing the piano for Yohan. He might never have Yohan again, but this was for him. For letting him choose his own paths, for giving him a family and that feeling of belonging, for allowing Gaon to see him vulnerable, for trusting Gaon. And, for accepting the way Gaon was.

Gaon was planning to reorganize his house after the day of the reform meeting. He'd have some time on his hands to give it some thought. A few days ago he had bought groceries and made himself proper dinner. A few days before that he had cleaned up the mess that his house had become.

Before he left for the meeting, he noticed the leaves of his new plant turning a rich shade of green. He smiled on the way to work.

But the smile disappeared when Jin Joo mentioned she was leaving. He realized he could've spent some more time for her. But he wasn't going to regret it. enough of that. He promised to visit and keep in touch. He knew that she wouldn't expect him to, but he was still going to try.

What he did not prepare for, was to see Yohan again. He had given up. And here Yohan was, standing in front of him. His unkempt hair, informal clothes, the vulnerability in his eyes, and the hopeful smile. Was this another chance? There was so much Gaon wanted to say. There was so much Gaon wanted to make sure Yohan knew. His heart raced as he tried to conjure up some words, something, anything.

But he realized he didn't have to say anything, Yohan knew. Of course Yohan knew. He knew him better than anyone.

He stood frozen, a smile and tears plastered to his face, as he watched Yohan walk away. Now he knew, they were finally on the same page. Gaon would chase Yohan to the ends of the world, if Yohan allowed him. But Yohan was always by his side, right from the beginning. He loved Yohan, and it was only a matter of time before he would bring up the courage to tell him so.

He visited the mansion as soon as he could escape from the office. He saw the lights on for the first time in a month. He'd never understand how he had conflicting emotions, yet a sense of comfort everytime he was here. He entered the house, on his way to Yohan's study, where he knew Yohan would be. The last time he did so, he was holding a knife. This time, it was his own heart in his hand.

He stopped in his tracks as he turned around the corner and watched Yohan leaning against the table, hands folded across his chest, as if waiting for him.

"I was waiting for you" he said. His eyes were unreadable but Gaon knew he didn't just mean about this meeting.

Gaon closed his eyes and let a tear fall. He'd never thought he'd hear this voice again. This was all real, after all. He really was here.

"What brings you back?" Gaon managed to ask, taking a few steps forward. He didn't even try to hold his tears back, whatever the answer was going to be, he was going to show Yohan his honest feelings. That's what he was here for. He wanted Yohan to see him.

He watched Yohan's face softening, relaxing his arms. Gaon wished he'd hold him.

"I came to check on you"

Gaon felt like the floor was swept off from under his feet. He was worth it after all.

"Thank you" he whispered, sniffing away his tears.

"How's Elijah? Is she here?" Gaon asked, after a pause.

"No, she's getting adjusted to the center there. She's okay, she misses you"

"And you?"

Gaon watched Yohan look for an answer. He hadn't prepared for this blunt question, and frankly, neither had Gaon. The longer the silence was, the more afraid Gaon felt to know the answer.

Yohan had a habit of communicating with his eyes. Gaon was pretty good at reading them, but today he just had to be sure. What he didn't know was that Yohan was remembering every waking memory of him missing Gaon in the last month. Elijah's first appointment, their first meal they had made themselves, every single meal they had, the milestones Elijah was reaching, just...everything. How was he supposed to say this?

When Gaon got impatient, he decided to simply confess.

"I've missed you," he let out a breath he was holding all this while "a lot. I was losing my mind"

"Gaon-ah"

"I really thought I had lost you two forever," he paused to get a reaction, anything, from Yohan. He realized Yohan wouldn't have anything to say unless Gaon laid himself bare for him. So be it.

"I didn't even think you were real today, at the office. I was really really happy that you got out of all that alive, only that, you left. I wished you'd have told me. I was angry at first"

Yohan furrowed his eyebrows.

Gaon continued, "But I know Elijah's treatment was important, and you needed some peace, after... after all that. I'm sorry for everything I caused. Honestly, you gave me a second home and I, I just can't imagine...I cant imagine a world without you"

He averted his gaze and said one last thing, "If you want me to leave, please say so. I'll -"

"I've missed you, Gaon-ah"

Gaon dared to look at Yohan.

"So much that it hurt"

Gaon swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Yohan stepped forward.

"After everything we've been through, I could never leave you behind. I thought you knew me better than that"

They stood close, their faces inches apart. Gaon couldn't tell what the anger in Yohan's voice was for. But he was willing to take it. He would take anything.

He stepped forward and held Yohan's shoulders, gently pulling him into his arms. He buried his face in Yohan's neck, the cloth of the robe absorbing his tears. He felt Yohan's arms sliding up his back, grip slowly tightening.

Neither would let go for a long time.

Later that night, Yohan watched as Gaon moved about the kitchen at Gaon's home, preparing dinner. He sat on one of the chairs, arms folded, eyes moving wherever Gaon went.

Gaon felt his gaze and didn't hide his smile.

"I'm guessing you haven't been eating well" Yohan observed.

Gaon bit his lip. "Guilty"

Yohan shook his head and looked around the place. "You play the piano?"

Gaon looked over, his hands still working on the stove. His saving grace stood there in all its glory.

"My father used to play, mostly for my mom. I had learnt from him but didn't touch it for a long time. I got back to it a few weeks ago"

"I'd like to hear you play"

Gaon's eyes welled up but he focused on the cooking. He smiled back at Yohan, like it wasn't a big deal.

Gaon stared at Yohan as he ate. He ate like a child, and Gaon adored him. He rubbed some crumbs off Yohan's lips and fed him some more. Was this really happening? He didn't really care, he was just happy.

They sat on the piano seat together. Yohan stared at Gaon as the latter played. Although Gaon's face felt hot with Yohan's gaze in such proximity, he focused on the music. He wanted to play it right.

"This is something my father used to play for my mother. I used to watch them sit here and reminisce about their college days"

Gaon struggled to get more words out. He wanted to be explicit with Yohan. He wanted to be unabashed. He took Yohan's hand, the one that held the scar. As he traced a finger over it, Yohan laced their fingers together.

Gaon looked at Yohan, who had scooted closer than ever. He squeezed Gaon's hand, reassuring and soft.

"Let me love you" Gaon whispered, as if saying it any louder would break the delicate moment.

He closed his eyes and gently pressed his forehead against Yohan's.

"Please" he added.

"Are you sure?" Yohan asked, his voice heavy. Like he’d played this conversation multiple times in his head before, and had thought of all the responses he could come up with, with very few of them favorable.

Gaon swooped in, closing the short distance between them.

On the terrace, the new plant bloomed a flower bud.

[princehairsupremacy]

umm 69 + 74 please? don’t feel pressured at all. take your time. <3

69. "My face could be a good seat. Ow!"

74. "Shit. It's really tight."

Bro, I've never done this before but i had this sudden idea of high sex

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Warnings: smoking weed, blowjob, degradation, use of the word whore and good girl, face slapping, fingering, vaginal sex

"You have what?!" Harry did not just say he brought weed to this party, right?!

"Weed! You should try it." You'd never done it before but from what you'd heard it wasn't too bad.

"I- I guess I could try it. Okay." He grinned and took your hand, bringing you over to a couch which was surrounded by people in chairs that looked very stoned.

"Why don't we just do shotgunning since it's your first time?"

"Shotgunning?"

"Oh, right. I'm gonna take a hit then blow it into your mouth." That sounded complicated, wasn't it just more simple for you to take a h- oh he's already starting.

He quickly took the hit and turned to you, leaning in and kissing you, surprising you. You didn't have much time to react before he moved the smoke into your mouth, making you pull back and cough.

He patted your back as you leaned over and coughed, praising you. "Good girl, you done it."

"You could've warned me, Harry!" He tutted and turned back to the other people, joining in on their conversation. You leaned back against the couch and waited for the high to hit you, hopefully it wouldn't be too bad.

"You wanna do another one?" You turned towards Harry who had the joint between his pointer finger and thumb again, ready to take another hit.

"Um, sure?" He smiled and took another hit, repeating what he did last time but you didn't have a coughing fit this time because you knew what was coming.

"You're good at this, huh? Want to go get a drink?" He stood up and offered his hand to you, you took it and let him lead you to the kitchen. "You want some alcohol?" You shook your head. "There's cranberry juice?" You nodded and he started pouring the drink for you, letting you hold his left hand as he poured with his right.

As you were waiting for him to pour it, you felt more and more spaced out, more relaxed. "Love? You alright?" You gained your sensed back and looked at him, he was offering you the glass but placed it on the counter when he saw how spaced out you were.

"You wanna get away from all these people? Don't want you to freak out." He didn't wait for your answer, instead just taking you to a bedroom, sitting you on the bed, then locking the door.

"Lie back, relax." You fell back onto the bed and closed your eyes, trying to even your breathing.

"Do you wanna have sex?" You said abruptly, not able to contain your thoughts.

"Um, I don't know..." You sat up and saw him standing in front of you. You reached out and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested the side of your face on your stomach.

"I heard it feels really good when you're high, so we basically have an obligation to do it."

"I don't think thats true but I guess we could." You smiled and lifted his shirt up, starting to kiss his stomach.

"Can you take your clothes off?" You pulled your face back and he unbuckled his belt, quickly undressing under your prying eyes.

When he got to his boxer briefs, he stopped and looked at you. "All your clothes."

"Can you do it?"

"Oh. If you want me to." You placed your hands on his hips and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in and out. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, just never done it high before so I don't know what to expect."

"Nothing bad's gonna happen. Are you sure you're okay, though?" He nodded and opened his eyes, looking down at you as you pulled his boxer briefs down his thighs and let them pool at the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away.

"What are you gonna do?" You gave him a cheeky smile and he let out a small 'oh'. You spat onto his dick and saw his fist squeeze as he tried to contain himself.

"Ready?"

"Ready." You wrapped your hand around him delicately and he whimpered, taking more deep breaths when you started to move your hand. "It really does feel better when you're high..."

You stopped so that he would open his eyes, when he did, you stuck your tongue out and kept your mouth wide open. "You want me to?-" You grabbed onto his hips and he gasped to himself. "Alright..." He placed his tip on your tongue and started moving it into your mouth, slowly so he wouldn't hurt you straight away.

You got a bit tired of him going slow so you pushed his hips and he hissed, obviously not expecting that. "Fuck me..." He moved his hand to the back of your head and moved his hips slowly, also moving your head with his hands at the same time.

He threw his head back and you noticed his hips started to go a little faster, obviously getting caught up in the moment. He didn't even stop when you were really gagging, so you pinched his thigh.

He stopped when he felt the nip at his thigh, moving his hands off of the back of your head, letting you pull back and catch your breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"Harry, it's fine. I get it." When you looked back up at him with tears on your face from coughing, he leaned down and wiped them away with a frown.

"Let me make it up to you?" You stood up and he smiled at you, cupping your cheeks and leaning in to kiss you.

"I need to sit down..."

"My face could be a good seat." You rolled your eyes and pinched his arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Don't say weird shit like that."

"I'm offering that you sit down...on my face and get pleasure at the same time. It's a win win."

"Too much effort." You sat down on the bed and he pouted.

"Lie down then, I hurt you and I gotta make it up to you." You fell back with a thud and placed an arm over your eyes.

"Could you get in the middle of the bed, it's a wooden floor and I don't wanna hurt my knees..." You let out a sigh and moved for him, feeling the bed dip with his weight once you moved.

"Do you want me to move your dress up or take it off?" You lifted your arms up and he got the idea, unzipping you dress before moving it up and over your head. "You're so beautiful..."

He ran his fingers over the lacy material of your new bra. "Haven't seen this one before. It's pretty." He dragged his finger down your stomach and smirked when he saw you press your thighs together. "That feel nice, darling?"

He leaned down close to your face and you were going to kiss him but he pulled back. "You're not gonna let me kiss you?"

"Telling me you don't enjoy a little teasing?" No response. "That's what I thought." He placed his thumb on your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting him move his thumb into your mouth so you could suck on it. "Good girl..."

He pulled his thumb out and praised you. "You're being so good for me." He placed a hand on your waist and leaned down to kiss at your neck, slowly moving his kisses to the exposed parts of your breasts.

He reached behind you and carefully unclipped your bra, dragging the straps down your arms then throwing it to the ground. "Always look so pretty."

"Touch me, please?"

"What? Did you just speak?" You forgot about the rule. "Did you forget you're not supposed to speak unless spoken to." You were in trouble now.

"Asking me to touch you like a whore? Is that what you want me to treat you like? A whore?" You nodded. "Fine, I'll treat you rough like a whore. I'll hurt you like a whore." He bit his lip and reached up, closing his hand around your throat and squeezing slightly, enough that you still had air.

"You like that don't you? Maybe you really are a whore." He reached down and gripped your underwear, tearing it in half. He didn't give you any warning before he started rubbing your clit hard. You bucked your hips up and he had a satisfied look on his face. "Aw, the little whore likes that." He moved his hand away. "Too bad, shouldn't have broke that rule."

"Put your arms above your head and keep them there." You crossed your arms at the wrists and held them above your head on the pillow. "Finally being good again." He leaned down and gave you a single kiss then squeezed your neck with the hand around it. "What do you want?"

"I...I want you to fuck me."

"I'll do that later, right now I wanna have some fun with you."

"But-"

"Are you actually trying to piss me off? Talking again." He slapped you and you pressed your thighs together. He grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, taking away the relief you got from pressing them together. "You enjoy me slapping you that much?"

"Yes..." He placed his hand on your thigh.

"You want my fingers?" He didn't wait for your answer, moving his ring and middle finger into you, you gasped when you felt the cool metal of his rings against you.

"Your rings..."

"Shutup." You closed your eyes and arched your back as he started to move his fingers. He moved his fingers at a slow and torturous pace, enough for you to feel something but not get off.

"Too slow for you?" He bent his fingers and hit that spot inside of you, you moaned out and he moved his fingers even slower but kept them bent at the same angle. "That's the spot, innit?"

"Yes, keep going please."

"Don't know if I wanna overstimulate you tonight or hold it off as long as I can. I guess you'll find out." He pulled his fingers out and you whined at the emptiness. "Don't worry darling, gonna get what you want now."

You looked down to see him wrap his hand around his dick and grin at you. "Y'ready?"

"Of course..." He positioned himself and moved in slowly, grabbing your hand when his hips were against yours.

"Shit. It's really tight." He moved his hips back slowly then quickly and roughly pushed them back against yours. "Shit...always so good." He started to move his hips roughly but slowly against yours, bottoming out everytime and making you feel wonderful everytime.

"Harry..."

"Did I ask..." He paused to take a breath and collected himself. "Did I ask you a question? Why are you talking?" He moved his hand around your throat again and raised his eyebrows. "You keep breaking the same rule over and over, stop talking or this isn't ending pleasently for you."

He looked down between your bodies and started to rub your clit with two fingers harshly. "Come on..." You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, arching your back.

"Don't make me wait, darling..."

"I'm gonna-" He kissed you as you climaxed, your hips bucking up and a tingle running up your spine.

He started going faster and you gasped. "I chose overstimulation."

[samsm2mstories]

Body Swapping with Romeo Beckham (A dream I had) PART 2

As we were talking, I couldn't help but to check my mobile out and see everything on my phone, my contact list was crazy! I now have an older brother and a younger brother plus a sister. Looking through my contacts I see familiar names like HRVY, Blake Gray and other famous names and influencers. My photo collection is a ton of selfies and places that I have been too and suddenly I went into my social media pages. FUCK I'm totally famous as there is so many followers on all my new pages.

Romeo who was me was laughing away as he knew I was checking him out and told me it's not all fun and games, I now have an appearance to keep up and I better get used to the press being on my back alot. He got up and told me to be back here in two days time, he was rubbing my former bulge during these talks. We agreed on a time and he said his goodbyes and told me to take it easy. I got up myself as I slide my phone into my green short pockets. I felt uneasy standing up as I was much lighter and taller, I shook Sam's hand and went my way.

Walking back I was checking my new outfit which suited this new body of mine, tattoo's over my twinkish tanned leg, high socks and a pair of AF1s on my feet. A plain black tee and this totally awesome snapback which was holding my beautiful longer hair back. I felt so energetic feeling this new body and seeing how it naturally walks. I knew from walking back I had to explore this body more but something caught my eye. I have noticed in my new gained memories that Romeo was planning for longer swaps if I was his break. My new bulge grew instantly at the thought of that as I must be careful not to cause an embarrassing scene, luckily nobody was about so I took a quick peek at what I got in my shorts.

FUCK ROMEO I'M HUNG AS FUCK!

I chuckled as I well impressed having this new package of mine and it suddenly hit me that I'm hungry, having all these memories helped as I went to my car which was a beauty! I'm driving a 45k Jeep now!

JESUS CHRIST I'M SURE RICH NOW BABY!

I got in checking everything out, new touchscreens, so many more buttons, getting familiar with everything as I recently just passed my test and this was my first vehicle. I was loving this life but I decided to head to the nearest shops but I must first check out how busy it is as I don't want all the extra attention being a popular person in a pack store. First shop I normally enjoy was too packed which was a joke as I really wanted to eat from there so be it. I took the risk and pull on a hoodie.

It's a good thing I got some spare clothes with me, this must be such a pain having to deal with the attention if not being careful, already I feeling the pressures of this new life. Hoodie, mask and a snapback so I walked into the busy posh store. I was checking out all these new interesting foods that was on other, the prices were extortionate but who cares? It's like loose change to me!! I found some stuff this body likes and I paid for it at the till and saw this handsome guy there. He was a complete stud, luckily he didn't notice who I was and I memorised his name and decided to slip him my number.

Did I actually do that? This new found confidence of Romeo's mixed with my alpha personality was something unquestionable. I do have a current GF but she is away for a few weeks and so is the real Romeo. This is my body now for two days.

This sushi tastes AMAZING as I'm getting used to my new tastes now, I couldn't help eating it as I was walking since I was hungry. It seems this body enjoys food but rarely put on any weight. Luckily enough I hardly got any plans for today but I got to hit my home gym or do football practice in my back garden to keep myself active. Time to head back home.

It felt incredible exploring my new life as I'm having to learn everything from my newly gained memories. You know I could get used to this pressure with ease, maybe that Romeo wanted. Someone like me being him on his breaks from life. I actually would accept that someone is controlling parts of my life while I control part of his. This feels so natural as we both got the same excitement. I couldn't help but checking my new boyish face in the mirrors taking in every facial expression I can do.

All of this was secretly turning this body horny as I recall how I enjoyed my own stories. Now here I am living it as a reality. I'm the sexy Romeo enjoying life to the max. I arrived at a huge gated entrance as the cameras and sensors reckonised my car and face. It opened up to a large drive way to this enormous mansion!!! I was in awe as this is my new home!

I pulled next to an Bentley that must of been my father car. It seems fairly quiet as my parents are in LA with my younger siblings. My older brother has his own place so that means I got this whole place to myself apart from the staff that keep this place in shape.

I got out and walked into this grand place, There was 10 bedrooms with their own bathrooms, two large kitchens, 4 reception rooms and so much more. I knew all of this naturally as I lived here. I went towards my bedroom and WOW IT WAS HUGEE!

I couldn't resist it any longer as I took my clothes off and admired my sexy body in the mirror. I was surely very toned and fit. Muscles all over, I was loving my smooth sexy mini six pack knowing I've worked hard daily to gain this strength. I couldn't help but admired this body all over and then I had to deal with my bulge. I jumped onto my new huge bed and moved my hand down my abs towards my new cock. I closed my eyes and pumped my cock slowly feeling up the new skin and veins over it. It felt like my first time all over again as I pumped it more which I moaned softly getting used to this new bigger cock of mine. Everytime my hand went down, I moaned louder as it was sending me crazy. I went faster and faster as I was enjoying this until I let go and shot my loads into an empty cup. I was breathing loudly seeing thick loads shooting away until I depleted my tanks. I couldn't believe how thick these loads are. My very own body now is relieved as I looked at the cup and craved it. I had to do it so I drank my loads and it tasted delicious! I knew considering how flexible I am that I could potentially suck myself but that can wait.

I went into my walk in wardrobe and saw my mass collection of clothes. It was a dream come true! All these huge names were mine for pickings. I enjoyed wearing my outfit today but I'm keeping to that for now on. Hoodies, snapbacks and af1s or Jordans. I want to show off my sexy legs as they were perfected like everything else is. I feel Romeo would want me to be him more often. I suddenly remembered that I got a flight to LA in a days time.

He has set me up! I'm actually got to be him for months as he set the deal up differently to what we said. Not that I'm worried but fuck this is me now. This is all mine and my mobile started ringing.

It was that guy at the shop.

Part 3 coming soon

[queenvidal]

Reuinons

- 6 months are a long time, they have a lot of catching up to do -

- Work on AO3 -

Chapter 2 (NSFW)

The moment the elevator starts moving, Wrex has to shift from one foot to the other. Shepards smile is morphing into a mischievous smirk. "What's the matter, big guy? Nervous?" 

"Teasing, Lexis? You should know better than teasing a krogan you left waiting for months."

The smirk vanished as quickly as it had come. Instead her brows move into a frown. "Yeah, sure. Like the Alliance left me a choice."

"No, but I did. Told ya not to hand yourself in. I'd have loved to see 'em try to get you off my planet." Both knew the Alliances would have not tried anything. The peace between Earth and Tuchanka has been too fragile. 

Shepard folds her arms in front of her chest. "Mood killer, Wrex."

"Nah." He chuckles. "I know how to get you back in the mood." If only the damn elevator would hurry. His groin plates started shifting the moment he got word of the other races agreeing to board the Normandy for negotiations. Wrex armor is getting tighter and tighter. This topic might be a mood killer for her but surely not for him. If anything it reminds him of how long he has been abstinent.

 Neither of them said something about monogamy but still Wrex waited for her. The women of his clan are hard to seduce and furthermore his mind was very occupied with gaining and keeping his power among his clan and the others.

   Except for the one time he was on the Citadel, when he paid Cora's Den one final visit before it closed. They never lacked of beautiful dancers and hookers. He considered taking a human to the private areas of the club but in the end he just payed for his drinks and left.

   Somehow it didn't feel right. And for some reason he didn't find the human females nor the asari very alluring. Something he noticed with his own females, too. The work of making them agree to sleep with him started to seem not worth the outcome anymore. Not to mention that fun and enjoyment never were the main focus when sleeping with krogans anyway. Is only about procreation, nothing more.

   Oftentimes Wrex found his thoughts around his former Commander. Her lips and what they were capable of. Something no krogan could give him. Sure, Coras humans could have done it and probably even their asari but if he's honest with himself, it's not about the strange mouth pillows in particular, it's about them being Alexis.

   He still remembers the last time they were together, how she smelled, how she tasted, how she wiggled underneath him in ecstasy. Wrex can feel his quad tighten in anticipation, his armor is getting painfully tight. But he is holding himself back, he'd rather have her in the privacy of her cabin, than in this poor excuse of an elevator.

   Shepard seems to notice the reason behind his discomfort. They had a similar situation happen when she was on Tuchanka before she left for the Collector-Base. "So…" Her voice sounds suspiciously playful. Slowly she turns, facing him completely. With a coy grin on her face, her hands are wandering up his chest until they stop just beneath the exposed hide of his neck. "You really waited for me? A wonder you didn't exploded during my time under arrest. Six months are a long time after all."

   The elevator it is, then. Without a word he grabs her, lifting her up. Shepard quickly wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him to her even closer. Having her trapped between him and the wall, Wrex buries his face in the crook of her neck to savor her sweet smell. Damn, she smells even better than he remembered, having him even more turned on. Krogans may lack of lips for kissing but he quickly learned he still can nip at her skin. Having her sighing nevertheless.

   The stupid jacked of hers is getting in his way eventually, blocking him from the soft skin of her throat. Alexis can hear the buttons flying against the metal ground, Wrex ripped through the cloth but she couldn't care less with his hot breath against her neck.

   Finally the elevator doors open. Just in time. Wrex carries her out to the small anteroom. Her legs let go and he carefully lets her down, only to spin her around.

   Wrex is wasting no time, he opens up the seals of the goin plate of his armor. Finally releasing his rock hard member. Shepard hurries as well, she pulls both her trousers and her panties down, letting them pool around her ankles.

   She almost has no time to brace herself against the wall, when Wrex kicks her feet further apart to get better access to her hot core.

   The sweet scent of her arousal is floating Wrex nostrils, almost driving him insane. He positions himself behind her, coating the tip of his member with her excitement. With one quick thrust he enters her. He moans against her shoulder and she against the wall. Fuck, for how long was he craving for this?

   But Wrex won't let her adjust to his size, he starts moving forcefully, pushing in further, just to withdraw again. His talons are buried deep into the sensitive skin of her hips while he takes her in a fast rhythm.  His grasp might be too hard but he couldn't care less. That what she gets for teasing him and her moaning and sighing speaks for itself, no complaining from her side.

   Shepards legs start to tremble, the sensation of Wrex blunt spikes along his length is almost too much to bare. His thick and pointy tip is hitting are her g-spot with unbelievable precision. The tight coil in her belly is about to burst at any second.

   Wrex can feel her already tight walls closing in on him. Fuck, this woman is like a vice. Her moaning and slick hot wetness is drawing Wrex closer to the edge with every movement of his hips. When he feels her pulsing around him, after a few more hard thrust, he starts losing his rhythm. With a low grunt he spills himself inside her but instead of catching his breath he withdraws completely.

   Shepard wants to complain but whatever she was about to say, dies in her throat when Wrex spins her around to face him again. She looks up at him with flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes while his are burning with desire. Wrex grabs her thighs and picks her up to presses her against the wall again. He spreads her legs as far as possible.

   Shepard lets her head fall back when he pushes into her again. With the new angle, his groin plates are pressing against her clit. It feels way too good and she's biting her lips, trying to keep her sounds down.

   Something Wrex notices and doesn't approve of. He darts his tongue out and licks over her pulse point. His human buries her nails into his chest plate in response. But the muffled moans are still too quiet for his liking.

   Wrex increases the speed and strength of his thrusts, almost slamming into her. Shepard clings to him for dear life, she is close again. Wrex nips at her neck one final time before he bites her where her neck and shoulder meet.

   Unable to hold back anymore, Alexis cries out, not in pain but in pure pleasure. It's throwing her over the edge, hard. Her orgasm is leaving her squirming in her krogans hands. Wrex is responding with an orgasm of his own, her tightening and spasming walls making him follow her suit only seconds later.

   Both are panting heavily, not letting go of each other. Wrex leans his head against the cool metal of the wall while Shepard lets her head drop onto his shoulder as they recover. Not trusting her legs yet, Wrex tugs her closer and starts carrying  her to the door, down the steps and to her bed, where he carefully lays her down.

   Shepard swipes loose strands of hair from her forehead as she looks up at her krogan with a small smile on her lips. "Done already?"

   A low laugh rumbles through Wrex chest. “Heh, this was just foreplay. I’m everything but done with you just yet.” Only now he stars to remove the rest of his armor, Shepard crowls to the end of the bed to help him. It's falls unceremoniously to the ground, piece by piece until he's completely naked.

   He looks down at her to find her beaming at him. Damn, she is a sight. Slowly Wrex leans down to nip on her lips and Shepard kisses him back. It's ridiculous but Wrex can't deny he likes it. "My turn." She whispers against his skin.

   The bed shifts and protests loudly under Wrex weight but it doesn’t break. This time. Carefully he leans back against the headboard of her bed, watching her getting rid of the ridiculous jacket and her bra underneath it.

   Leisurely she's coming closer to straddle his legs. Wrex eyes wander over her naked form as she's slowly lowering her head towards his member. His pulse quickens when he feels the tip of her tongue taking its time to wander from the base up his length and to the head. She encircles it with her full lips and starts bobbing her head down ever so slowly.

   Dammit, it feels even better than he called to mind. It takes all his strength not to move his hips to thrust into her warm mouth. Her slow pace is maddening and perfect at the same time. Too much and not enough.

   The Clan-Chief can’t keep from growling, when Shepard starts to suck on his tip. She circles it with her tongue every now and then and continues to suck again. Taking more of his length in with everytime she does it.

   Stars are dancing behind Wrex eyelids. When he closed his eyes, he can't remember and he doesn't care. This is way too good to allow even the shortest of coherent thoughts. Alexis tongue starts playing with the blunt spikes of his shaft while swallowing around him.

   Wrex buries his talons in the sheets, almost tearing them. "Fuck…" He pulls even harder at the sheets, when he can feel Shepards delicate fingers massaging his quad while the speed of her working him with her mouth increases.

   Eventually she releases him again with a loud      plop    . Wrex opens his eyes again, just in time to see her carefully lowering herself onto him. A sigh leaves her swollen lips when he enters her again. Both stay still for a moment, only looking at each other before Alexis starts moving.

   Every so slowly she is rocking her hips. Leaning on his chest for leverage, before she starts to push her legs to go up and down.

   While enjoying the sight of her taking pleasure in riding him, Wrex lets his hands wander from her thighs up to the hips, where bruises are already developing. He can't tear his eyes from the traces of his talons on her dark skin. A visible mark, that she belongs to him. The idea alone is making his head dizzy. He encourages her to go harder by meeting her hip movements by his own.

   Shepard moans in response. "Ah, Wrex." And is going faster with her rhythm. Her walls are already starting to close around him again. He increases in speed as well. With his hands buried in the flesh of her tights again, he thrusts up quickly and hard. Her skin is clapping against his hide and plates. It's music in his ears.

   Her moaning is getting louder and louder, encouraging Wrex to let go of his self control. Her whole body starts to shake from the intensity of her orgamsn, when he takes her with force. Alexis is so hot and almost painfully tight, Wrex can’t hold himself back any longer. He slams into her until his quad tightens, preparing for the elease.

   He comes undone in her with a loud and deep rumble in his chest. It is vibrating through his whole body and his vision goes white. Wrex is completely losing all his senses for a long moment.

   It takes him a while to come back. When he is able to collect himself again, he finds that the tip of his cock started to swell, same for his once blunt spikes.

   Wrex tears his eyes open, when he realises what just happened. He looks up at the Commander, who looks back at him with wide open eyes, stunned. "What the fuck, Wrex?” She asks, still panting.

   “Sorry.” He simply whispers, completely out of breath and still a bit dazed. Without a thought he adjusts his hips, causing Shepard to hiss in pain. His spikes are keeping her in place and punish even the slightest movement. “Shit, Wrex. What is that?”

   “I… got carried away.” He starts as he lets his hands fall back onto her thighs. “I… we are locked. Won’t last long, though. A few minutes.”

   It is silent for a few moments until Shepard realizes what's going on. “Did… did you just knot with me?”

   Wrex doesn’t answer, he is still catching his breath. He catches the faint sound of a chuckle and light touches on his mouth. Shepard lowered herself down as far as his spikes allowed her to to kiss him. “Should I feel honored?”

   “Not when you are so damn smut about it.” He raises his arms to hug her to him. “Just be grateful it didn’t happen in your mouth.”

   Another chuckle and then silence again. Damn, as mind blowing as this was, the krogan Clan-Chief is feeling exhausted. All his limbs feel like heavy jelly and his eyes refuse to open.

   Shepard nuzzles her head at his neck, slowly laying down on his chest.  For once she doesn’t say anything, just letting him hug her.

   Wrex is savoring the moment of having his human knot with him. He totally forgot this feeling. Until now he did it only once, when he still was a young and stupid krogan, just after his rite with a female he can’t even remember the name of. Ever since no other woman ever got him even close to knotting.

   Hell, if someone had told him, someday he would have Commander Shepard kept in place by his member, he’d simply shot the person for talking shit.

   The swell of the spikes and the tip is wearing off, releasing Shepard from their hold, but neither her nor Wrex make any attempt to move. Shepards thumb is drawing lazy circles on his chest and he does the same on her back.

   “I’ve missed you.” He feels her whisper against his neck.

   “Of course you did.” He earns a light punch on his chest from her in return but he just huffs a laugh. While still hugging her, he rolls them to the side, finally able to face her without looking down at her all the time.

   It should be weird. Finding peace and comfort in the arms of a female human. To knot with one even. But it isn't, it feels right. He still can't quite believe he is with her, that she is as attracted to him as he is to her. As strange as it is, Wrex wouldn’t trade it for anything, except for-

   “Commander, the Dallatras gave us the exact position of the krogan females and left the ship. Do you want us to set course?”

   Shepard answers Traynor with a simply “Yes.” Not making any effort to move out of her lovers arms. It will take hours to get to Sur'kesh anyway, a short nap won’t hurt. Slowly but surely the Commander drifts off to sleep, when suddenly she feels Wrex low voice rumble through his chest.

   “Hey, Lexis?”

   “Hm?”

   “I’ve missed you, too.”

[vaxxedagainstbs]

A semi rant

While I fully acknowledge the shaming fat people have been enduring for a long time in history, now that the society has shifted to be more accepting to plus sized people, which really great, but that came along with gaslighting, shaming, marginalising skinnies.

Everytime we vent about us getting bullied by family and friends and stranger alike, we are hit with "But doesn’t everyone like to be skinny? Why are you complaining? Society is built for skinnies, skinnyshaming isn't real, skinny shaming is like racism against whites"

From self-worth, image, relationships, personal experience everything is portrayed as vastly favoured for skinnies, then where, me as a skinny, at BMI 14 naturally, without any diagnosed medical condition, living healthy just really underweight, and people like me fit the narrative? Why were we distancing ourselves from social gathering, afraid to be shamed again, cowering somewhere less crowded with people?

Thin privilege exists, when we coin people somewhat within healthy BMI range as skinny.

Why is it so hard for people to grasp the fact that people under BMI 18 exist and they are like that naturally? Do we really need a new word for people under BMI 18 to talk about our problems without getting bombarded with fat people having it worse?

Some fat people can't shed weight because it's in their genes or medical conditions, but people like me having hard time gaining weight can just rely on double cheese burgers and grease because it isn't hard to gain weight, such hypocrisy!

How many of us we called names like twig, sticks, corpse bride, walking skeleton, bonebag growing up? Surely, they are very flattering sounding.

Every physical interaction done with unnecessary brute force just to state "oh look, you can't take that much, how weak"

Or being scooped up by friends just because they can and it's fun to toss us or shove us for fun.

How many of us were cornered to get our waiste and wrist measured with bare hand to see prove they can do it so, against our will in very uncomfortable situation? Getting poked?

Everytime there is a weight machine, we get asked to get measured because the whole room is curious if we gained weight?

Insults from family like they are ashamed to take us to anywhere. Rebuking verbally.

Being fed to throat until we feel like puking still not eating enough because we don't gain weight. Being the clown character in the circle all the time who can be poked at and make subjected to insulting remarks without any retribution.

How many of us were called we are not real women because we lack boobs?

With a demeanour that boy like thick women and we'll fail at love.

How many us have been wearing oversized shapeless clothes or shop from kids section because no store has our clothes? When is the last time an XS size cloths fit us as expected?

Job markets surely see us as weaks, drug addicts.

Throwing around fancy words like anorexia to describe us, when our doctors didn’t. Even so, people who actually has medical conditions, get still shamed.

Ironically, all of the above should be taken as harmless behaviour because thin privilege and everyone likes to be skinny.

And the famous reaction "how are you not dead yet?" And implying words "better die than living like a corpse"

It feels like as fat people are getting more voice, they are doing everything they have in power to shut our voice and dismissing us not acknowledging our problems.

If body shaming is going to be used interchangeably with fat shaming exclusively, then I don’t think I can see to their eye to eye anymore.

Say fats and skinnies face different problem, which is correct in the way that happen, but making it a competition and dismissing our suffering to be non existent and that fat is the only victim and deserves all support while they contantly belittle and gaslight skinnies is what boils my blood.

At some point I literally say to myself fuck fatties they can literally earn their pig name for the shit they are putting me through since my birth.

If someone isn’t subjected to the perpetual target for mockery for being skinny, they are not skinny. Periodt. Either we could get a name for being in the mocked population or the unbothered ones can get a new word, I don't care, but a safe place to talk about skinny problems and stuggles would be marvelous without getting it shifting to fatties having it worse, and let people realize how shitty they can be towards us.

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It may have ended as a vent, both the senses apply. FATPHOBIA CAN BE FOUGHT WITHOUT SHITTING ON SKINNY PEOPLE

[autobaby]

i was like pls throw me a source to buy clothes from so i can leave the house more often but then i remember that its literally not about the clothes yes its a little bit about the clothes but its mostly about my horrible body dysmorphia i cant even justify buying new clothes or have any interest in it at all cause everything looks so bad on me i dont even need to try it on and i only mostly thrift or shop online anyways there are no thrift stores here and if there are its like super expensive vintage second hand clothes there’s nothing in stores that i even remotely like and its super expensive buying new clothes would just be a huge waste of money and materials i prob wont even wear it like i cant even imagine a pair of pants or bottoms that i could wear rn like at all without feeling and looking like a barrel tbh like seriously i cant even imagine a slightly flattering outfit cause im fat everywhere ive been fat for so long now i mean mostly fat sudden fluctuations dont count and ive never learned to how to dress for this body without looking like a sack of fertilizer in my head and grossing myself out like what can i wear when ive gained so much weight idk oversized shirts but oversized shirts arent oversized anymore if you can see your belly sticking out idk how to dress this body with an unshapely uneven ever changing size and silhouette ive even watched videos on ‘oversized’ styling thats supposed to not make u look heavier than you already are but everything just seems uncomfortable like clothes in general is uncomfortable to me even wearing a sleep shirt is uncomfortable cause it rides up while i sleep and its uncomfortable im super picky about underwear too i mean all underwear expect for super stretched out ones are uncomfortable when you’re fat cause the fat roll is either inside or outside of the fabric and both are super comfortable the stretched out ones are uncomfortable too cause they dont fit to your body and move around and are loose just having so much extra fat is so uncomfortable i cant breathe properly with all the fat rolls suffocating me whenever i sit down or slightly hunch over my thighs rub together so much its always sticky im so sweaty all the time especially inbetween my belly rolls thats super triggering and gross i hate being hot and sticky not to even mention my chest fat and how gross that makes me feel i also dont own any bras and im not gonna start buying any or wearing them i mean sports bras yes but they dont fit anymore they’re so tight and suffocating and uncomfortable omg i feel like im gonna faint if i try to wear one wtf am i supposed to do food is my only coping mechanism i feel so fucking stupid everytime i order fast food again bc i hate it it tastes disgusting its so expensive and its literal shit that im putting in my body and it doesnt even taste good at all it makes me wanna vomit but i keep ordering fast food bc its food and its fast duh whenever i need something to distract me i watch mukbangs and i order food and binge i really should be banned from watching mukbangs but then what will i do for quick distraction i hate eating so much i dont even enjoy fruit anymore i mean ive lost all pleasure and enjoyment from anything for a long time now especially with food its so sad i only eat to abuse myself and to cope and distract myself and i only eat shit the shittest most processed high carb high fat high sugar foods that u can get and i have to force feed myself everyday cause i have no appetite i cant stop until i find something else to replace food with please help me find something to replace it with i need another coping mechanism but it cant be smoking cause smoking makes me wanna eat more too and its so bad for my throat and lungs please let me find a replacement for food please make me stop if you read this whole thing u’re a hero but also why

[dawnwriterimagines]

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) as your husband would include...

Family, being the absolute, most important thing to the Hewitt household, is the biggest goal between you and Thomas, having your own little family.

While of course, Luda Mae and Charlie are indefinetly considered family, Thomas has always wanted to have a family of his own.

Despite being fearful of becoming a parent due to the intolerable abuse he had suffered in his schooling ages as he grew up, he wants, more than anything to raise a child with you.

But, Thomas is definetly one of the most loving people you have ever met, showing you more attention then you ever gathered in your previous family.

Due to him refusing to speak/unable to, he likes to communicate in sign language, you having taught him when you both were dating. He loves learning new things with you, he feels special knowing that you and him are really the only ones who know what you're saying seeing as Charlie doesn't want to learn and Luda claims to be to old to memorize.

Protective is one word to call Thomas, especially with the rather violent lifestyle he lives, killing and butchering the unfortunate victims coming into the state. He finds himself, always watching out for anything that could possibly hurt you in anyway.

You can never ever go into the basement. Ever. Believing you to be to pure to witness his line of work, he never wants you to have to watch as he slaughters another person.

Slow kills don't exist anymore. It's fast and to the point. He wants to waist no time on putting any of his victims down when he could be spending his time cuddling with the love of his life.

Taking showers with Thomas everytime, you never really go in the shower alone anymore, and it's fine with you, as long as he takes off his mask every time. You love seeing his face, despite how self-conscious he still is about it, always lifting his spirits as you run your fingers along his jawline as you kiss him under the running water.

Thomas having been touch starved most of his life, will take each and every opportunity to get you alone, his large hands around your waist, pulling you into the room after you finish laundry before you're suddenly sucking him off in pure delight, watching as he crumbles beneath you in pleasure.

Thomas has never wanted to be a taker but, a giver. He never let's you leave after relieving him of his urges, he needs to make it up to you. Either fucking the daylights out of you or fingering you until you're a shaking, moaning mess, cumming on the newly washed sheets.

He loves seeing you come undone because of him, never gets tired of how you respond to his touch or how you crave it like he craves yours.

Luda Mae adores you. She absolutely loves how you make her little boy so happy, and has mentioned many times how she'd enjoy having a little Thomas running around the house one day.

You and Luda are always experimenting in the kitchen, the fresh meat coming in almost everyday leaves you both with much work to do. You've probably learned how to cook meat in thirty different ways learning from Luda. She's always proud when you make a meal for the family by yourself and Thomas loves it.

Charlie and you have a unique relationship, he loves you and you love him like family, but he loves to ask you about your sex life with Thomas. Of course, you answer him, awkwardly, might i add, and he relishes in your answer for a few seconds. "So, the idiot actually listens to me, huh?" Ok, then, I'll be going to be now. Thomas only admits to it innocently.

Charlie, however, is a great person to watch television with or even go for a drive with. He doesn't really know how to shut up but, that's what makes him fun to be around at times. He usually let's you lay your head on a pillow on his lap, usually to hide his boner, as you're watching another baseball game a few states up. Strokes your hair sometimes too, only when he's had a good lay with a female victim they haven't killed yet.

Thomas loves your attention, when's he leaves work, his hands and clothing bloody and torn, he let's you shed his clothing layer by layer before letting you run your hands over his blood stained arm's and torso as the water runs down the both of you.

Loves to cuddle with you. The nights never complete if you don't. He wants to feel you in his arms, he used to be afraid of you suddenly leaving him in the middle of the night but, now that you're married, he knows he never had anything to worry about.

Kisses you Goodmorning, good afternoon, and goodnight, every single day and he never forgets, he could be in the middle of dismembering a body when he'd suddenly perk up and rush up stairs before seeing you in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea. "Hey, Tommy--" he cuts you off with a kiss before pulling away with a short, pleased grunt. "Good afternoon to you too, handsome." You'd smile and his eye's would light up before he smiles placing his dark, leather mask back on.

When you find out you're pregnant, you're using the bathroom holding your aching stomach as last night's dinner comes up and out of your throat. Thomas is standing by the doorway worriedly, held back by Charlie who mumbled about one of the victims having something bad, as Luda holds your hair back as you cough up bile. Luda would ask you when the last time you had your period was, as you sat on the toilet drinking a glass of water with Thomas stroking your thigh comfortingly. You'd freeze up, hardly recalling before stuttering out, "Uh, I, I guess about a month...you don't--" your lips curved upwards slowly looking at Luda for conformation. The older woman would clap her hands together, "I'm gonna be a grandma!"

Thomas would be through the roof, his mask literally flying across the room as he rips it off to give you a big Ole kiss on your lips as you both celebrate. He takes you in his arms fiercely before dropping down to his knees to place his hands upon your stomach, you took notice of the weight you had gained without you noticing as Thomas hiked up your shirt to see.

He hums softly pressing his forehead to your swelling womb before slowly rising and grinning at you as you laugh in excitement.

As your pregnancy goes on, Thomas hardly ever leaves your side, not like he did to begin with, but he carries you up and down the stairs, helps you cook, and even skips out on 'hunting' for fresh meat with Charlie some days.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he enjoys the way your stomach swells with his child, not only for the reminder of his soon to be parentage but, what it does to your body. Your breasts grow larger and sensitive, your hips widen out and your thighs thicken considerably. He finds his mouth watering at the sight of you.

When the babies come, you and Thomas can never be more thrilled. He's happily running around with his new little boy, who's bound to grow up as strong as his father and as loving as his mother. Thomas's so happy to finally have his own little family.

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 3 Part 7

I’m back ! Holidays were fun but it’s time to go back to my very serious schedule. (Believe it please).

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Monday February 11

The blond lad moaned when he felt the girl's tongue lick his balls. Softly, she grabbed his prick, and put it in her mouth. He grunted. It was good. That's what I'm supposed to do. It was exactly his place. Here, on his feet, while someone was sucking his cock. With an ultimate groan, he came. His dick had a convulsion when he ejaculated. With both hands, he forced the girl to keep it in her mouth. For a moment, they stayed like this. Then, he let her go. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was extremely satisfied. I'm at the right place. Yeah, this is me.

"Was it good ?" asked the whore.

"Shut up stupid. I told you, I don't like your voice."

She lowered her head. What an idiot. He had finished a lesson half an hour ago, and decided to take some good time. His timer rang. The pancakes are ready. He let the stupid girl put her clothes back on. They were doing it in the kitchen, because he had these pastries to do. He put them out of the frying pan and tasted one. Good. Not my best shot, but I hope it'll be enough. He had made quite a generous amount.

"It's so hot when you're cooking in the same time." the girl said.

"Just shut up already ! Your voice make me nauseous and I don't want to puke on the pancakes !"

She stood back and mumbled an apology. The Dean's grandson couldn't wait to see Liam. I hate to admit it but... It was as enjoyable as sex. His boyfriend was so lovely, so cute... And I'm worried for Nate. I think he must tell the truth, but I can't force him. It was a real disappointment. Him, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, the king of the hunter, couldn't force someone to do what he wanted. Just because he respected Liam too much. Me. I respect this baboon.

"You're still so hard." commented the girl. "I should take care of this..."

"Cut it out ! It's not... I mean I'm not... Whatever, you can't understand."

Even think about Liam was making everything awkward. He told to this bitch to leave, and then put on some clothes. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he pouted. He had always been a chameleon. Sometimes skinny, sometimes chubby, sometimes athletic. As the best hunter, he was adapting at his prey's taste. And for Liam, his frame started to fill out again. He had this bad habit to taste everything he was cooking, and since his boyfriend asked for a lot of bakes, there he was. He patted genltly his butt. As always, the weight made it rounder, softer. Same for his belly, which had a little curve, he noticed. It had been only a bit more than two weeks since he had begun to date Liam, one month since he had begun to cook all those pastries. But I'm not doing any sport at all at the moment. Well, except sex. A short moment, he thought it was fine as long as Liam liked him. But he was the hunter here, not the prey. Stop thinking this way. I'm gaining only to catch him. Yeah, that's it.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was going to his ferrari when Theo came to talk to him. All around, some students looked at them. Especially hunters. The newbies... They all think this was an important war. They don't realise it was nothing but daily life among the hunters. You're always fighting for a meal.

"I'm sure you've heard about my withdrawal." started Theo without a hello. "You won the bet."

"Of course I did." smiled the blond lad. "I gave you a chance to give up before, but you refused."

"Well, Liam is such a special prey... I was desesperate. Of course, D.R. didn't like my last strategy and punished me. I can't come next to Liam nor his relatives. Otherwise, I would be kicked out of the hunters, and even the university. And I'm not allowed to hunt for the end of the year. Will you still try to catch him ?"

The Dean's grandson hesitated. For now, nobody knew about the boyfriend stuff. They all were thinking he was still hunting. But honestly, I'm just happy to be with him. I'm not looking for sex. Which is weird. For a hunter like him, it was a shame.

"He's my prey." he eventually ansewered. "You all know that, so don't approach him."

He knew there were hunters interested. A prey who escaped to Theo and made Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey struggle ? Some people would maybe try their luck. That was why the blond lad had to be clear.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me anymore." mumbled the dark-haired lad. "However, I have a question. Did you do something to Laura ? She said you talked together."

"I intended to but I changed my mind, lucky bastard."

It's Liam fault, again. His boyfriend asked him to not punish Theo. And they had this condition... I'm not allowed to have sex with people he knows. I'm lucky he's not a star athlete or somethin' like that.

"Thank you." whispered the swimteam captain. "I don't know why you decided to be nice all of sudden, but thank you. I can survive without Liam or Nick but Laura... You know like me what she went through. She shouldn't be involved with hunters anymore. D.R. has been clear about it, I'm supposed to protect her."

"Yeah, I know. And you did quite a bad job here. Are we done you idiotic stupid pig ? I mean, I don't like you being so nice, it make me uncomfortable."

Theo just smiled. Such a sexual smile. If I had time, we would do sex for peace but sorry man, I have a date.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey waited Liam outside a building in town. His boyfriend had this session with a shrink. God knows he needs a treatment. The guy was believing in unicorns, ogres and aliens. And me, I'm waiting. Not normal. I'm never waiting anyone. He masturbated discreetly before Liam arrived. When this one entered in the car, he had a bad expression. He was upset.

"What happened baboon ?" asked the blond lad.

"Ms. Hang wants me to see my father and to learn from him. I don't like this." explained the freshman. "It's like going to hell to learn from the devil."

"Why ?"

They never really talked about their respectives families until now. I know he has issues, but not much more.

"My mother brought up my siblings and me all by herself. He was never here. She sacrified everything for us. And then, last summer, he showed up and decided to take the custody. They've been in trial since, and he's winning everytime. Even now, I thought Theo's father would help, but it seems like he didn't. My mother will have to pay 800$ per month as child support !"

"Hold on a sec. Mr. Meyers is your dad's lawyer ?"

"Yeah, why ?"

"You're Isaac Stucker's son ?!"

Why Nancy didn't found that ? Bad. Bad. Really bad !

"You know him ?" asked Liam, surprised.

"My father and yours worked together a long time ago. Let's say they have a little argument still ongoing..."

Fuck it. My dad will kill my boyfriend. Let's forget about any form of introductions before he dies.

"You know what ? I'm gonna come with you next weekend to see your father. Will you feel better that way ?"

"Yeah. But I would feel even better if you give me these delicious pancake I smell."

Liam Wednesday February 13

"I got a call from your parents. They said to me they got a letter from your college..."

The chestnut lad sat next to Nate, in their shared bedroom. It had been a week, and things weren't getting better. His bestfriend wasn't eating well, he stayed inside, mostly alone. He started to grow a beard, and looked sloppy. And now Liam had got this call. According to Nate's parents, the university was asking where he was, because he was missing lessons. Which means he's not expelled. It was good news, but also meant the short guy had lied. I just don't know why.

"Bro, you can talk to me, you know that right ?"

"Yes." mumbled his bestfriend.

The unicorns were using her whole power to cheer him up. Nick was doing his best too. But still, Nate looked depressed, and Liam didn't like it. Dami had told him to give it time. According to his boyfriend, it was extremely important to be there and wait.

"Can I get you something to eat or drink ? You ain't eating enough."

It showed. Nate was melting like icecream in the heat. For Liam, it was another source of stress. He felt bad for his friend, and didn't know why.

"It's not necessary." assured the dark-haired lad. "Stop worrying for me, I'm fine."

He said that, but the unicorns could guess a lie. Nate remembered to Liam how himself was after all the stuff with his ex. When he had been sued for attempt of involuntary manslaughter.

"You shouldn't feel guilty." he whispered. "Whatever you did, I'm sure you had a good reason. Please, stop punish yourself, you're the best man I know."

Nate looked at him with anger.

"Maybe you know craps Liam. Just... let me alone please. Thank you for being nice, but I don't need nor deserve your pity."

The words hurt the chestnut lad's feeling, but he said nothing. I'm sure he doesn't mean this. To see his bestfriend like this was heartbreaking. He had tried to bring him to some event in order to take his mind off this darkness, but never succeeded. Liam stood up and left, respecting Nate's demand.

This late afternoon, he decided to go to the pool before his date with Dami. It wasn't exactly date anymore, they just saw each other at least one hour per day minimum and a lot more when they had time. It was hard to manage the lessons, his workout routine, Nate and his boyfriend, but until now, he did. (He had also to feed the unicorns with his dreams, which meant he had to sleep a lot). (They got their magic from his dreams, yes). Anyway, he started to do some lenght when he glimpsed Nick, near to the water, looking scared. I promised to help him too... (Liam had this bad habit to promise things to a lot of people). (Besides, he didn't know how to help his roommate against his irrational fear. He didn't know any mermaid eager to show him it wasn't dangerous).

"Dude. Do you hear me ?"

He turned towards Colton, surprised.

"Sorry, I'm preoccupied and didn't see you."

"No problem, I'm used to it now." smiled his friend. "You're just in my way for my lenght. What's the matter with Nick ?"

"Sorry again, I can't tell."

He had promised to keep it secret.

"Is it because he can't swim ? Rebecca told everyone." revealed Colton. "She was laughing at him until Laura showed up."

Oh. It wasn't good. Why she turned so mean ? Liam looked at her : she was hanging with Matthew. This latter was said to be the next head of the club, when Theo would retire. Once the freshman heard someone call him a "good hunter". What did that even mean ?

"You know... I think I can help him." whispered Colton. "I already teach youngs kids in my town how to swim."

"Really ? It would be wonderful !"

They decided to try. Colton was so nice and considerate. At start, he reminded me of Raphaël but the more I know him, the more I can see their differences. He's just a real teddy bear.

This evening, Liam and his boyfriend had agreed to meet at the second's apartment. The chestnut lad had been there only once before. It was a vast flat in the campus, provided by the Dean. (Dami and this old man had a connection, but he couldn't figure which one). Before, Liam had thought the apartment would be decorated with photos of all the conquest of his man. But it wasn't the case. In fact, it was austere, with only the most necessary. Well, except one room : the kitchen. Dami had such an impressive equipment. (Liam had also noticed a lot of boxes full of condoms. A whole closet to be honest). (He had freaked out a bit, but he had made himself a reason, his boyfriend was a clairvoyant and a succubus). Anyway, when the freshman entered, Dami was cooking some aromatic plates.

"You're early baboon !" he yelled. "It's not ready."

"I never thought you were feeding the army." laughed Liam, impressed by all the food he saw.

He kissed his beloved and took off his jacket and shoes. I shouldn't have worn this jeans.

"By the way, I'm coming in France with you." announced Dami. "I asked the autorisation this afternoon."

They had talked about this yesterday. Liam really wanted his boyfriend to come. But with Nate...

"I don't know if I'll go." he confessed. "I'm worried for Nate, and I don't want to let him alone."

His partner rolled his eyes.

"Look, there's still more than two weeks." he recalled with reluctance. "I'll talk to Nate, and we'll try to find a solution. I think I can even manage to make him come with us in the worst case."

"Really ? You're so sweet."

Dami mumbled something incomprehensible. (He often did, it was weird but cute). (Liam assumed it was visions). The cook put all his plates onto the table. He sure did a lot.

"Dami, I have a question I wanted to ask for a while now... Would you prefer me fatter, or are you just cooking this to please me ?"

He had decided to be straight. He needed to know, not that it really matter. But if he likes me soft, I'll go for it. His boyfriend remained silent for a while. He seemed on the point of screaming. (Vision again).

"I cook because I like it." he eventually replied. "And I'm glad you enjoy it. But your physique ? I'm not a chubby chaser but I'm not particulary fond of muscle and abs either. I guess I... like change. Sometimes soft, sometimes ripped. I would say both can be attractive. Your physique isn't the first reason why I... appreciate you."

He almost said it. He almost said love. Liam blushed. They both did. (The tomato couple, it was a good movie name wasn't it ?)

"So you're fine if I stick to my workout routine ? I have nothing against a bit of belly, but I would like to remain in a relatively good shape."

"Baboon, you do whatever please you. If you feel more confident like this, so be it. But I count on you to be okay with my softer figure too. All the cooking is taking a toll on me, and I definitely don't have time for exercise at the moment."

"I think you're cute." replied Liam. You know I love you."

And again, they blushed.

Barbara Thursday February 14

Irina Peskov was a tall and beautiful young adult. Barbara wouldn't have been surprised if she did modeling. To meet her, the blond girl had gone through assault course. As a senior, she had a lot of work, and Barbara had to take an appointment. For this, she had met three different secretaries from different departments. She doesn't want to be found, I can tell this. And Javier hadn't been helpful, since he had refused to give her an adress. According to him, it was too risky, and Summer could have find out. But after all, I succeeded eventually. Now she was in this little work room with Irina, the previous queen of the university.

"So, why are you here ?" asked the russian after the introductions. "I'm not involved in these things anymore."

"I know, but I've heard you have some rancor against Summer." Barbara confessed. "Since I'm gonna run against her for the next election, I thought you could give me a hand."

Nothing official yet, but Summer would stand, for sure. For now, the freshman had Steve Callagan, Ms. Linda Weber and Amber at her side. This latter had said she was perfect for the role. I can guess she wants to manipulate me, but she'll end up disappointed.

"It's not that simple." stated Irina. "I'm not allowed to do whatever I want. I'm under surveillance."

She probably was speaking about Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, or his greatfather himself. It could explain why she had shut herself away.

"Well, can you at least give me information ?" begged Barbara. "Nobody will know it's from you."

Irina pouted.

"What do you know about the hunters and the community exactly ?"

"We use it to refer to people who are hunting for sex or power." the blonde girl supposed.

"Not exactly." contradicted the old queen. "The community is a closed group of people who are specialized in hunting for sex, power or whatever as long as their hunt is more enjoyable than the outcome. You for example, you want to become more powerful. You like each stage which make you stronger and better. You can't stop. It's the same for all the hunters, they like the difficulty, the struggle."

Barbara nodded. It was right, she liked the ordeal. The fight.

"In our college, it had been reducted to sexual hunters, mostly because Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey is a perfect specimen, but there are also other sorts. Anyway Summer's what we call a collector hunter."

"Wait. Do you mean there are different names ?"

"Of course, only for sexual content there are collector, alpha, omega, exlusive, voracious, satisfied and home-hunter... And you have to take note of their sexual preference, hetero, gay, lesbian ect... there is a list but I don't have it. Besisdes, we're running out of time, I have a presentation in five minutes. About Summer, her kind of hunter is known to have between three and five partners at the same time. They're all official, which means they don't know each other, and she pretends to be in a relationship with each."

"So if I manage to make two of them meet..."

"Yeah, it would be explosive. Summer can't handle the break-up part, like a lot of hunters. They start a collection, and sometimes, it implode. And before I leave, I'll tell you a name. Samuel Bayers. He was the first boyfriend of this bitch when she arrived at this college, and she never get rid of him, even if he's himself a collector hunter too."

When she left the old queen, Barbara felt pretty proud of herself. It was more interesting than I expected. Now, she could attack Summer personally. She just had to meet this Samuel as soon as possible. She entered her apartment with a smile. I'm gonna be the queen even before the next election if I deal with it well. The youngest queen ever of this college.

"Hey Barb." greeted Jessy. "Your sister came by two hours ago. She looked pissed."

Damn. Not her.

"What did she want ?"

"Well, she asked why you left Colton, and assured you would regret it later." related her roommate. "And she also said she was ashamed by your weakness. According to her, you should've already take down Summer. I don't know what it mean, how can you take down the summer ?"

"Forget it." mumbled Barbara.

I shouldn't have told her I was at war with another girl. Her sister could be quite annoying when it came to make a war. Anyway, she had a strategy and a head start. I can't lose. It's impossible.

Barbara headed towards her bedroom, and called Javier. This little roach answered almost immediately.

"Hey dude." she greeted. "I need your help."

"Well, you know what I want in exchange."

Always the same. Men were pigs. Stupid pigs. She could've asked Ms. Weber or Amber, but it was safer with Javier. He was devoted to her.

"First, did you send to Archie the expensive gold ball I bought ?"

"I gave it to Oliver. He said he would pass it, but it wouldn't change his quaterback's mind. Seems like he's quite stubborn."

"Yeah, I knew this."

She could see he was a dangerous and famous hunter. She expected the same kind of aura from Amber, the captain of the cheerleader, but it appeared she wasn't that much impressive. That's why I need Archie, and the whole football club with him.

"I'll come to your flat." she said. "But you've to find for me everything possible about Samuel Bayers. I need to meet him."

To be continued

As promised, it gets better. A long part again because there are a lot of thing going on.

Damian and Liam are evolving as a couple. It’s weird and confusing but they manage. Our hero deals with his friends and family at the same time. Damn, did he become mature ?

No surprise but Barbara is ploting again. Nothing good will come from this.

There are still 6 part for chapter 3 !

And To the Perfection is back ! Chapter 2 on monday.

[shasta-reese]

Body image issues

Alright, I know that whatever I'm about to say might make some people upset but that's just how things are in the world and I can't change the fact that everyone has an opinion. I've always been reluctant to talk about topics like these, fearing the feedback that'll receive but I don't really care anymore. These are my experiences and I don't want to keep silent anymore.

I have been struggling with how my body looks since I was kid and not because I was chubby or fat, it's because of how skinny I am. Now I know that a lot of people think that being skinny is a good thing because that's what we're taught since we were kids. But being skinny for me has made me so self conscious of how I look. Since I was a kid my family would always make comments on how thin I was and that I should eat more. But then they would turn around and make comments and jokes about how my cousin looked because she was chubby and she should eat less. It confused me so much because if me being thin was bad and my cousin being chubby was bad, then what was considered good?

As far as I can remember, I have always been underweight. I've always been viewed as skinny and I've never realized how fucked up society has become by moulding us to think that being skinny is a good thing. Because I'm a small eater and have a fast metabolism, I have struggled with gaining weight. And everytime I meet someone new they always say "wow, you're so skinny! You're so lucky!", and in my head I'm like "No. I am not lucky to be skinny." Being skinny plus all the little comments that people have made about how I look has made self conscious how I look in clothes and now being 19 years old, I don't wear anything else besides t-shirts and jeans because I don't think I would look good in anything else. I don't own a single pair of shorts despite the fact that I live in Malaysia, a country that is hot all year round. Then I see my cousin who was chubby as a kid, and still is now as an adult. She wears anything she wants without a second thought and she looks great. She's confident about how she looks and who she is whereas I'm anxious and self conscious about wearing shorts in a tropical country.

And as I got older I started questioning even more. How was it that my cousin who was constantly called fat, had the confidence to wear anything she wanted and could take pictures of herself and be proud of how she looked despite the fact that all my life I've been taught that being fat is a bad thing? And how was is that I don't even have the guts to wear shorts or sleeveless shirts even though I've been taught that being skinny is a good thing? Then I realized that your body weight doesn't fucking matter, how you look to others doesn't matter, what matters was how we feel about ourselves in our bodies. Being fat isn't a bad thing, being skinny isn't exactly a good thing either. Being healthy is the most important part. And being underweight is not healthy, it's not lucky, it's not good in general, I'm not even heavy enough to donate blood, it hurts my ass if I sit too long because I don't have enough fat in my body. So no, being skinny is not always a good thing.

Even now in college I have friends who always say they're fat even though they are average weight and healthy. And my immediate response is "you're not fat" but that's not right because even if my friend is fat, it doesn't matter, the word "fat" shouldn't be seen as an insult in the first place. It's a word to describe someone's weight not to discriminate how a person is.

I finally realize now that anything that my family has told me about my appearance throughout the years have made me ashamed of how I look to the point that I want to cover myself at all times because of how self conscious I am of how others would think of me. But I've slowly been trying to change that, and maybe someday I'll finally have the confidence to wear shorts.

So as a last note, to whoever that took the time to read this, thank you. Don't listen to what others say if whatever they say is negative, how they feel about your body doesn't matter, what you feel and think about your own body does.

If I have said anything to offend anyone I am truly sorry and I hope you could tell me what I have said wrong so that I don't repeat the same mistake in the future.

Till next time.

[ificouldau]

Section 4 - Chapter 31

> 56% of you chose to go with Hoshi and The8.

44% of you chose to stay with the group.

“Wait up,” You call without a second thought, hurrying forward and catching up to the boys ahead. Minghao turns about as you reach his side, visibly confused but wearing a smile nonetheless. Soonyoung, however, falls into an aggressive state quite quickly.

“You-“ He begins, only for Hao to tighten his grip around his shoulder.

“I take it you’re joining us,” The younger boy says calmly, nodding gently your way as you force a friendly smile.

The three of you walk on in quiet despite the visible redness in Soonyoung’s expression, taking in the cold of the night and watching the dark tree trunks pass with each step. A short ways away lies a small patch of rocks and bushes covered in snow, trees abundant nearby but leaving just enough space to look up into the starry sky.

You watch Soonyoung stumble on ahead and take a steady seat atop one of the rocks alone.

“So,” Minghao begins, following suit and easing himself onto another stone on his right, “How’s the injury?”

“Fine now,” Soonyoung replies, “The guys did all they could to patch me up.”

You take your time seating yourself atop a rock just a few feet beside the two’s, noting the hastily tied cloth around Soonyoung’s belly. Hao leans forward a bit to pat the boy’s shoulder. The pity in his expression is clear.

“How did it even happen?”

You watch Soonyoung scoff, rolling his eyes a bit at the question as if deeming it offensive. Something about the gesture makes your heart skip a beat in guilt.

“Some fucker got off the train with me,” He says a bit too loudly, “And the second I’m by myself, I feel a knife in my side.”

“Fuck...”

“I didn’t see his face for shit. I just ran. Then I started blacking out, so I stopped in the forest for a while… Until you guys came along.”

“That’s… crazy. You’re so lucky we caught up. I can’t imagine if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah, I can’t either. I wouldn’t need to if you were all there with me in the first place.”

His last remark is full of anger, full of frustration at you and Minghao both, at the whole group and the entire world somehow. The boy frowns as he kicks his feet softly against the rock beneath him.

“God... I’m so sorry,” You cut in for the first time, unable to bear the guilt as Minghao looks up in confusion.

“Maybe now’s not the time,” Hao begins, but this time Soonyoung is quick to interrupt.

“I wanna hear her apology,” He says without looking up, in a gentle tone so unfamiliar it’s as if it were coming from someone else. It startles you so much that you forget your wording for a split second.

“I...” You continue, “Ah… Soonyoung, please hear me out. I’m truly, truly sorry. And that’s not just for today, it’s for every day… everything.”

“Huh.”

Soonyoung leans back against the rock, a blank look on his face but some sense of hurt in his glossy eyes. You shut your mouth in regret, unsure of how to feel.

It’s quiet for a long while. Oddly, the air isn’t thick in tension… even with the silence and Soonyoung’s lack of reply. It’s the calmest you’ve felt since leaving. The three of you gaze up into the stone cold moon.

“You know what sucks?” Soonyoung asks suddenly, gaining both yours and Hao’s immediate attention. The boy doesn’t look back your way, however, instead gazing out into the stars with the softest smile raising his cheeks.

“...Feeling like you pushed the people you need miles away.”

“Don’t,” Minghao begins instantly, only to be interrupted by a gentle sigh.

“It’s okay,” Soonyoung mutters, “I know what you’re gonna tell me. That I’m wrong, that I’m dramatic… and I am.”

Minghao falls quiet, and you feel painfully saddened as Soonyoung’s soft voice continues.

“I know I’m wrong,” He nearly whispers, “A lot of the time… I’m wrong. I don’t mean to be. When everyone pushes me in a corner and treats me like a stupid kid and tells me to shut up, I want to run off… I want to run off and get lost and be by myself. Then I start screaming nonsense until you all have a reason to leave me alone.”

“Why would you do that?” Hao scoffs, visibly upset, “Instead of just listening and talking to us like anyone one else would?”

“I tried at first… remember? But everytime she talks, I’m wrong again.”

You feel a pang in your heart at his indirect attack. Minghao glances over as you open your mouth to speak.

“I don’t mean to hurt anyone,” you begin carefully, “And I'm sorry it all falls on you… but I can’t control what everyone wants. None of us want to be against you.”

“I know that.”

You shut your mouth, taken aback. Hao keeps his quiet as well, allowing Soonyoung to pick back up on his words.

“I remember meeting you,” He says suddenly. You stay silent, and the boy continues.

“...I took to you very fast. I don’t know why. The guys know how much I gushed over your brains, your strength and courage and everything. I really felt you needed to be listened to, and I wanted to be the one to listen. Your friend.”

“I remember,” You say quietly. Soonyoung’s gaze drops a bit.

“Then everyone turned their backs on me one by one, and in the back of my mind, I thought… Ah… I lost my guys to the new friend I was bragging about.”

You aren’t sure how to respond, and clearly Minghao isn’t either.

“Since then,” Soonyoung says, “I do everything I can to be alone.”

Something in your heart burns in sorrow after his hushed words, and seeing his hurt eyes gaze glossily into the sky makes it burn more. 

“I want to be on your side too,” You mutter, “I never know how to.”

“You don’t have to be,” Soonyoung nods, for a second feeling as gentle as before, “Just keep me and everyone safe like you always do.”

With that, the conversation is over, and you’re left muddled and overwhelmed by the simple words the boy left you to think over. As he and Minghao talk beside you, their words fading into white noise, the sky falls darker and darker in a taunting manner. The forest sounds back your full, messy mind.

Something between you and Soonyoung has changed, at least for now. You aren’t even sure what… but as the boy glances your way, his eyes have clearly lost some of their fury. A sense of warmth seems to fill their missing spot.

( +1 Reputation: Hoshi )

“Let’s head back,” Minghao’s voice calls suddenly, snapping you out of your trance. You watch for a second as he and Soonyoung hop off of their rocks, then pull yourself into the realization that it’s late and the others might be worried.

Hao clears his throat and turns to walk back, gesturing for the both of you to follow. As Soonyoung turns about, however, something in you sends your hand towards his wrist, grabbing hold of his arm as if the action were necessary.  The boy looks back at you with a brow raised in complete confusion.

“I… wanna say something,” You begin, then turn to Minghao with nervous eyes, “Do you mind giving us a second?”

“No, just hurry up,” Hao says without hesitation, tucking his hands into his pockets and treading back towards the camp’s direction. The kid doesn’t spare even a second to glance back, but you don’t pay any mind as Soonyoung patiently meets your eyes.

“What is it?” He asks. You clear your throat, butterflies filling your stomach.

“Look, Soonyoung… I… I’m sor-“

“Don’t say it… I know,” You’re shocked to hear the interruption, but allow him to continue, “I know you’re sorry, and yes… I also wish it wasn’t like this.”

“I don’t like the way we are.”

“Look… This doesn’t make us enemies. You still have everyone’s trust… even mine. I hope one day we can both forgive each other. That’s all.”

You watch on with sad eyes as Soonyoung pulls your fingers from his wrist, tugging his arm away and turning back towards the camp without another word. He begins to head in the direction Minghao disappeared from, and you’re hesitant to follow. The distance between the three of you feels a bit too far with each moment.

Before you can even try to catch up, however, a long black sleeve rises out of the dark trees and grabs straight for Soonyoung’s shirt collar.

“No-“ He winces, yelp cut short by a painful blow to the head that knocks him straight into the dirt below.

“Soonyoung!” You scream, darting forward only to be launched to the ground by a direct punch to the stomach.

Everything is blurry almost instantly as the back of your head slams against the stone you sat on mere moments ago. It’s almost as if you can feel the blood rushing through your hair. Your entire body thumps the freezing snow.

“Don’t touch her- Let go of me!” Soonyoung shrieks, kicking and thrashing with all his might as five or six cloaked figures come fully into focus, one pinning the helpless boy back with an arm around his neck.

You raise a hand weakly, only for a wave of red pain to coarse your entire body. Nothing in you can do much at the sight of Soonyoung screaming and fighting with every last bit of his consciousness. Their grip around his neck gets tighter and tighter until the thrashing stops.

“No-“ You hardly manage to call, watching the figure back away and allow Soonyoung’s limp body to fall to the ground. Two of them pick the boy up by his arms and drag him silently into the trees, disappearing without a trace as their footsteps fall further and further from where you lay.

( -2 Health: Hoshi )

You hear somebody running back just a few moments later, and eventually Minghao is squatted by your side with a horrified gaze and both hands on your blood covered face. His eyes are full to the brim in fear. You blink away unbearable pain to no avail.

“What the hell?!” Minghao says quickly and hurriedly, his voice more panicked than you’d ever heard before, “What the hell… Oh, my God, oh my God! Fuck! I’m gonna help you up, okay?”

You feel your weight shift as the frail boy pulls you onto his back, the gesture making you dizzier and your vision blurrier than before. He steps forward with heavy breaths, but you can only think of the worst happening to someone else.

“Soonyoung,” You murmur, feeling your eyelids snap shut as pain shoots through every inch of your body. Minghao stops in his tracks.

“Soonyoung… Oh no... Where is he?”

“They took him,” You manage, “Get the others… please...”

“We won’t make it in time. The camp’s too far,” Minghao nearly shouts, “We’ll have to find him on our own. Come on.”

“No, leave me-”

“Are you fucking insane?! Fine… Let’s just get to camp so we can get everyon-”

“No,” You say, pulling together every last bit of strength you have to instruct the boy where to go, “Just…”

“Just what? What do I do? I’m not leaving you here!”

The boy does his best to collect himself, but you don’t have it in you to do very much as blood trickles the sides of your face. He pulls you higher upon his cold back, gripping your legs tightly to the point you’re certain he isn’t going anywhere without you. Going after Soonyoung together like this is a death trap… but is it worth wasting time to run back to camp without him?

“Where am I taking us?” Hao asks forcefully. You inhale a sharp, painful breath.

- Follow Hoshi.

or

- Return to camp

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Double Dates Mean Trouble (II)

Date n°2

Second part in the series requested by @drinix. Third part coming soon. Hope you like it ;)

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2346

"Okay... I stop. I quit. That's it... Holy fuck... I think I'm going to have a heart attack."

Ben merely laughed.

"Don't dare laughing! Don't dare laughing!"

Steve walked down the treadmill, completely out of breath.

"Anyway," Steve went on, sweeping the sweat away from his forehead. "You're the one who has to gain muscles for a role, not me."

Ben rolled his eyes.

"You're talking as if I had to look like Captain America by the end of the week," Ben replied. "It's just a physical role, I don't have to gain muscles."

"Then why do you inflect all this on yourself?!"

Ben laughed at his friend.

"Because it's funny watching you running. Or well... more like trying to run."

Steve threw his head backwards, looking at the ceiling.

"I still can't catch my breath," Steve complained.

"I think you should come do this with me more often."

"I beg your pardon? To look at you not even sweating when I'm dying already? Not a chance. I'm never coming here with you again. "

"You should though, clearly you're not in a very good shape."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you're near to have a heart attack when you've been running for less than ten minutes."

"I may be in a less good shape than you are," Steve replied. "I may not be a famous actor. I may not be as handsome as you, but who is happily married and will soon be a dad again?"

"Now, that was mean," Ben replied, faking outrage.

Steve leaned against the wall next to Ben's treadmill.

"How is Leila by the way?" Ben asked.

"The baby should be coming in two weeks. She's terrified and overexcited. Just like me."

They exchanged a smile.

"I'm happy for you," Ben earnestly smiled.

Steve crossed his arms before his chest, a mischievous expression on his face now.

"What about you, Mr. Running?" he asked.

"What about me what?" Ben asked innocently.

"You and Y/N?"

Ben stared at the window before him.

"What about me and Y/N?"

"She told Leila that you had taken her home the other day," Steve went on.

"Well, I didn't really have a choice, as you stole my cab," Ben reminded him.

"We stole your taxi so that you could accompany her home."

"Well, congratulations. Your devilish plan worked perfectly."

"And Y/N also told my wonderful wife that you were supposed to see each other again this weekend..."

Ben smiled, before picking up his bottle and drinking a gulp of fresh water.

"Yeah, I'm seeing her again this weekend."

"Where?" Steve asked, curiosity shining in his eyes.

"A little cinema downtown."

"Hitchcock's movies?"

"Yeah."

Steve nodded.

"She loves Hitchcock," he told Ben.

"I had guessed that."

"Which movie have you chosen?"

"No idea. I've let her choose."

"Dangerous."

"Why? I like Hitchcock anyway."

"No, I was talking about her in general."

"She doesn't seem to be a serial killer though."

Steve rolled his eyes, but when he spoke again, he was deadly serious.

"Her ex was an asshole. She struggled to get over it. So..."

"So?"

Steve shrugged.

"I don't know if she's going to want a relationship."

Ben intensely looked at him.

"Why did you introduce me to her in the first place then?" he asked.

"Because Leila wanted me to."

Ben stopped running, staring at his friend.

"So... you're saying that it's pointless anyway?" he asked.

"Of course not," Steve shook his head. "I'm just saying that you should be cautious with her, and not rush things. She's still fragile from this bad relationship. That's all I'm saying. Don't rush her."

Ben nodded, and resumed his run.

"I can do that," he nodded.

"For now you think you can," Steve mumbled under his breath, and Ben didn't catch his words.

Ben seemed tired of running, so he turned towards the weights at the back of the room.

"Come on, let's do something else," he told Steve, patting his shoulder.

"You've got to be kidding me..."

"Come on!"

"I hate you Benjamin Barnes..."

You were nervous. Like... hysterically nervous. You hadn't been so nervous for a date since... high school. You heaved a sigh.

You were pathetic, feeling like a teenager again.

You walked into the cinema, searching for his silhouette through the hall filled with strangers. You easily spotted him, standing there, in a corner of the hall, wearing a brown leather jacket a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was looking at his phone, casually leaning against the wall, a hand buried into the pocket of his jacket. He was frowning slightly as he focused on whatever he was doing on his phone.

You took a deep breath, and walked towards him.

He seemed to feel your movements, as he looked up towards you before you had reached him. You saw his eyes scan your body, roaming from your feet to your face, resting a bit longer on your cleavage, and you made a mental note to thank Leila for letting you borrow this top of hers that, let's be honest, revealed just enough of you to get his attention. You remembered Leila's words not an hour before while she was helping you choose your cloths.

"For now, you're still in a seducing phase. So girl, go big or go home."

Go big or go home.

Go big or go home.

Go big...

He grinned as you finally reached him.

"Hi!"

...or go home?

"Hi," you answered with a bright smile.

"So? What are we going to watch?" he asked you.

You struggled to find your voice as he intensely stared at you with these deep dark of his...

You really were pathetic...

"North by Northwest," you stated.

He nodded.

"That's a good choice."

"You like this movie?"

"Very much. Why this one though?"

You walked to buy your tickets.

"The real reason?" you asked, and he nodded. "At this hour it's either Psycho or North by Northwest and Psycho scares me way too much to be used for a date."

He laughed.

"It's not that scary," he replied.

"I beg your pardon? It gives me nightmares everytime."

He laughed even more, and you soon joined him.

"Don't laugh at me!" you protested as you waited to buy your tickets for the movie.

"You mustn't like horror movies then."

"Depends."

You bought your tickets, and he bought some popcorn for himself. And you immediately regretted not to have bought yourself some as well, because... okay you were not hungry at all but it was popcorn.

You chose your seats and waited for the movie to start.

He caught you glancing at the popcorn several times, and he soon offered you some, an amused smile on his face.

You picked some of his food, blushing slightly.

"Thanks..." you said, eating the candies. "I heard that you liked torturing Steve at the gym."

He laughed once more.

"He's ridiculous when it comes to sport," he mocked his friend.

"Is it for a role that you have to do so much sport? Steve told me and Leila that you were spending lots of time working out."

He nodded, swallowing his mouthful of popcorn.

"And where are you shooting this new movie of yours?" you asked.

He shrugged.

"It's not officially decided yet but... Probably Canada."

You nodded slowly, and he threw a cautious look at you.

"This part of the job is a problem?" he asked.

You shrugged.

"Phones exist for a reason," you answered.

You exchanged a smile.

"And why do you have to spend so much time running and sweating?" you asked, stealing more popcorn from him.

"It's just because it's going to be a quite physical role," he shrugged. "I don't have to lose or gain muscles or weight but... I don't want to be out of breath every five seconds, 'cause it's gonna be pretty intense."

"That's a shame," you teased.

You both chuckled.

"Why? I'm not your type?" he asked, a playful glint alit in his eyes.

"Absolutely not," you shook your head, lying.

"Really? And what would be your type then?"

"No beard," you said, starting to count on your fingers.

He rolled his eyes.

"If it's the only problem... it can be arranged, you know?" he said.

"I prefer blond men."

"Hmm..."

"Blue eyes."

He winced.

"And very muscular. Like... very, very strong and muscular."

He started to laugh.

"You basically described Thor."

You both let out a loud laugh.

"That's it! I've just taken the wrong actor here!" you said, as if you had had a sudden revelation. "I need to get in touch with Chris Hemsworth. That's the guy of my dreams."

"He's married, I'm afraid."

You heaved a dramatic sigh.

"I should have known. With my luck..."

You both laughed loudly again, drawing to you dark glances from the people around you.

The lights suddenly vanished, and the movie started, the loud music covering the last waves of your laughter.

You focused on the screen, and you didn't look at each other for a long while.

Until, halfway through the movie actually. Because then you both moved your hands to grab some popcorn and your fingers collided together.

You looked at each other. You could read on his face despite the deem light that he was waiting for your reaction.

You could push him away or take a step towards him. He was giving you the choice.

You hesitated, infinite seconds flying by as you were both perfectly motionless, your fingertips still touching.

But there was something about him that made you reluctant at pushing him away.

You thought about your ex. This jerk who had broken your heart.

Were you ready to take such a leap again?

Ben's stare was intense and gentle. He seemed to care about you.

Slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his, and the more your fingers mingled together, the more his lips curved up into a smile.

A reassuring, warm smile, that let you know that you were safe with him.

You smiled, shy now, and turned towards the movie again.

You didn't know if you were safe with him yet. But you were ready to take a few more risks to find out.

And for the rest of the movie, you didn't let go of his hand, and none of you ate popcorn again.

He was supposed to wait 24 hours. The traditional 24 hours before calling you again. But as he was lying on his bed that night, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't stop thinking about you. You were supposed to meet with your family that evening, so you had declined his invitation when he had proposed to take you to a restaurant he thought you would like. And he hoped you hadn't lied to him and given him a fake excuse to avoid going eat dinner with him. The thought had been hunting him since he had walked into his flat.

He hadn't eaten anything that evening, torturing himself on this choice he had to make. Call you now or wait.

He had an important meeting the next day and was supposed to read a part of the script to get ready, but he had been unable to stay focused for more than five minutes.

He glanced at his phone on his bedside table again.

Call you now or wait for the usual 24 hours?

He heaved a sigh, rubbing his tired eyes.

He was pathetic. These were the kind of questions he used to ask himself when he was a teenager. He was too old now for such a stupid debate with himself.

But he just couldn't resist...

"Fuck this..." he muttered as he reached for his phone.

He decided to write you a text.

'So, how's dinner?'

He looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 11pm.

You answered faster than he expected.

'Switching between boring and family drama. The usual.'

He smiled, before replying.

'I bet you regret my offer for some very good Italian food now.'

'You can't imagine.'

He smiled, but bit down on his lip, hesitating for the next message he would send.

But you sent him a text before he could decide.

'I feel awful but the dessert is really too disgusting to be eaten.'

You sent him a picture of what looked vaguely like a tart. He laughed before sending a reply.

'And you could have had pastas and tiramisu.'

'Oh my...'

He laughed again, before taking a more careful look at the picture you had just sent.

Clearly there was a glass of wine before you, and the hand of another woman was distinguishable at the corner of the picture. The hand of an old woman.

He grinned, heaving a sigh of relief.

You hadn't fled, you hadn't lied, you really were busy tonight and couldn't stay.

And the realisation was enough for him to stop doubting.

'Are you free on Thursday night?'

He bit fiercely his thumb as he waited for your answer.

'Yes, I am. Why, do you have something in mind?'

'Steve is abandoning me for this exposition I have to go to. Would you like to come?'

'The boring thing?'

He winced.

'Yes, well... I'll make it entertaining for you.'

You took an eternity to answer.

'I guess I can't let you go there alone, can I?'

He grinned.

'I'll pick you up at 7 then.'

You merely replied with a smiling emoji, and he grinned again. He then sent a text to Steve.

'Forget about Thursday, I've found someone else to come with me to the gallery.'

Seconds later, Steve was answering.

'Who?'

'Someone much more beautiful than you.'

'Y/N?'

'Yep. And if she asks, you have abandoned me and refused to come with me. Warn Leila.'

'See... I was right to force you into this double date!'

Ben merely laughed, putting his phone back on his bedside table, and picking up the script he had thrown away earlier that evening. He opened it at the right page, and started to work, a peaceful smile on his face.

He really did feel like a teenage boy all over again...

[diaryofanalcoholicsdaughter-blog]

Shut up and fucking listen for once.

For the last few days I've been trying to talk to people my cousin and Co workers about why I'm stressing out.The things at work that my Co workers do that is unnecessary and just make the work day harder and my cousin complaining about the same things over and over and about my grandmother putting more pressure on her to get me back into the family. But everytime I open my mouth it reminds me yet again why I bottle shit up. Why the fuck should I bother to talk when you aren't willing to listen? Or when I do talk you just want to voice your complaints about something so off topic it isnt even funny. I actually snapped at a Co worker because she was doing that today. She understood why and admitted I'm a good listener which is why she does it. She then told me not to spend my money the way I want to because for some fucking reason she thought I wanted her opinion of if I should go do something for a me day. I get that people want to share their opinions and views. I totally get it but sometimes I just want someone to listen to my petty little complaints and my severe issues for five fucking mintues without interrupting or making me feel like whatever emotions I am admitting to are invalid. I'm 'stoic' because I can't express myself without someone fucking critiquing the hell out of it or telling me my opinion or emotional response is wrong. I can't cry when I'm sad because of emotional abuse but you can cry over a fucking cheese burger and actually expect sympathy out of me?! What the fuck dude. I've never done a lot for myself except when it came to food. Food was a comfort and what I went to since I couldn't really talk about my feelings ie no one gave a fuck it felt like. So I eat emotionally. I stopped eating when I was just sad or happy now I only eat when I'm stressed out but even with that I have it under control most times so am losing weight instead of gaining. I'm beginning to dress myself more in the fashion I want instead of what my cousin approves of. Which annoys her apparently. She Dislikes what I like with a passion. Any clothes I want she calls ugly any hair style I want she says is ugly too or makes jokes about it. Not funny let's laugh together ones but the cruel your just laughing at me one. Everytime we went to shop when I pick something up she tsked or clicked her tongue but when I would wear it it looked good on me. Which I figured it would which is why I bought it. I know how to dress myself but never felt the need to. When your called fat and ugly by your own father most your life when you go clothes shopping you hardly are going to grow up into a fashonista. But I'm a lot more confident again and am dressing to suite myself. Fuck what others thinks about it it's what I'm comfortable and confident in. If you don't like it well I really don't give two flying fucks anymore. Now when they say stuff to me I just say 'so? I'm still cute' or 'that's nice I didn't ask you' which they hate. My cousin buys a lot of clothes and shoes to the point she struggles to pay her miscellaneous bills at times never her rent or electric just the extra bills in life. She's never doesn't pay but she will buy a new outfit instead of just going to do laundry. So she's a huge nut about clothes and shoes. But when I turn around and buy things for myself or finally do something for myself she nags. My god she fucking nags or tells me not to do it. Like bitch it's my fucking money! Your fine when I'm fucking spending it on you but when I spend my money for something I want it becomes an issue. Not to mention she complains! She can never quietly accept me treating her to a meal or going shopping with her she will sit and complain the entire fucking way. From start to finish she will just whine. Ughhhh it's so fucking annoying. I'm done with people for awhile. I'm just gonna start talking to myself to relieve my stress and fuck all else. I'm fucking happy for once and they are doing their best to make me feel guilty about wanting to look good despite being big. I'm fucking cute dammit let me show it off!