#what an adventure: ic update

[chaossensitive]

3287, Dec 24 Space Colony: Ark

The soft tap of sneakers against the metal floor broke up the monotonous hum of the Ark's central systems as Sonic made his way onto the bridge. Emerald eyes were bright as they scanned the room, searching for the striped hedgehog usually sitting at the console.

"Hurry up! We're gonna be late for the party." One hand raised to his cheek as he called out, voice echoing against the crystal clear glass. "Shads? Where ya at?"

When no response came, the hero raised a brow and turned to the directory. A blinking light in the main room, where he was, and another...

"What's he doing at the core?" There was only a reason to be down there if something was wrong. But Shadow would have said something before he arrived, right?

Right?

Something didn't feel right, and only a brief second was wasted before Sonic raced down the hall. It was like second nature from all the times he had visited his friend. A turn here, a jump over a barrier there, and the rails intermingling throughout the Ark made it easy to reach his destination in record time.

Sneakers chirped against the metal as he jumped off the platform and stopped on the core floor. Above, the engines thrummed in perfect sync, fueling the systems with energy and pumping breathable into the protected spaces.

"Shadow?" Both hands cupped over his muzzle, the hero called out to the echoing chamber. Lengthy blue ears raised and trained for any sound out of the ordinary.

“Look out!” His head snapped towards the sound, wind rushing from his lungs as his body hit the floor. Metal arms gripped the hero’s tightly behind his back, pressing his face into the hard metal panels.

The howling laughter ran his blood cold. As much as he strained, he couldn't see the madman looming overhead in his floating vehicle. But he could see Shadow.

Chained to the Ark's reactor core in a way that would have damaged the systems should he attempt to struggle.

The moment their eyes met, Shadow lowered his head as Sonic let out a low warning growl.

"Don't even think about changing, rodent. I've equipped Metal with the strength to combat that werehog form of yours."

"Whaddya want Eggman?!" The words muddled around another growl, emerald eyes flashing as he finally managed to turn his head enough to glare at his metal doppelganger. He finched as the grip on his arms tightened, and Metal's chest began to open.

"Isn't it obvious, hedgehog? I want that power you possessed on Starfall Island. The Cyber Energy is just the thing to fuel my armies." As Eggman spoke, Shadow could feel the fluctuation of energy. Even before the agonized cry escaped tan lips. Crimson eyes landed on the rotating Chaos Emerald.

"Eggman! Stop this!" He called out over the sound of Sonic's screams. Striped arms stopped just before they pulled at the chains holding him. "This isn't going to have the outcome you think!"

"Oh, I think it will, Shadow." Eggman's laughter followed as the Chaos Emerald was brought closer to Sonic's skin. The echoing scream ripped through the air as his body spasmed. Digital fractals shimmered off distorting skin. The hero's natural colors overtaken by cyberized networks.

The further the distortion grew, the louder Sonic's scream became.

Until they stopped. So abrupt that even Metal looked down. Glowing red eyes met bright blue swirls. All before a clawed fist reached in the metal chest cavity and ripped the Chaos Emerald free.

"Is this the power you crave, Doctor?" The hedgehog's voice distorted with his body's constant glitching, even as he got to his feet after pushing the deactivated doppelganger to the side. The grin spread unnaturally across his face as he met the fear filled goggles. Clawed fingers reached out, energy gathering and growing within his palm.

"Take it... Go on..." When no move was made, the cyberized hero took a step and rose from the floor to be at eye level. "Or do I have to CRAM IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!"

His fist raised, energy surging and crackling as Eggman tried to put as much space as possible between himself and it. The hedgehog's cackles grew the larger the sphere of energy did.

"OPEN WIDE DOCTOR!"

A sudden weight knocked the speedster back to the ground, the energy surging along the floor as the Chaos Emerald was wrenched free from his hand and thrown out of the open shielding toward the planet below. The moment the energy was out of reach, a screech of agony ripped from Sonic's lips as his claws buried themselves into the source.

Forest green ichor splattered as Shadow grit his teeth, hands pressed firmly on the other's shoulders as the energy and distortion began to leave their body. A puddle began to form under them as Sonic thrashed under his grip, tearing flesh involuntarily. His body spasmed and glitched before stilling. Lax hands fell to the floor.

Shadow looked at the face of the unconscious hero before turning to look directly at Eggman with narrowed rubies. The horror on the man's face said it all, but he needed to hear it. "Are you satisfied... Doctor?"

"Sh-Shadow.. I..."

"Leave... Before he... wakes..."

"Shadow..."

"LEAVE!"

And just like that. The pair were left on the damaged core floor. Shadow closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the hero's, listening to the ragged breaths between them. The nearby sparking core would need repairs, but it would function for now.

They were alone, and that he could be grateful for.

[prokopetz]

Your long and arduous journey has led you to this, the final confrontation. You thought you knew what to expect, but just as you struck the final blow, your ultimate foe's eyes gleamed with unnatural light as they proclaimed…

THIS ISN'T EVEN MY FINAL FORM

A game for 4–6 players

Introduction

This Isn't Even My Final Form is a GMless tactical minigame for 4–6 players. You'll take on the roles of a party of heroic adventurers nearing the end of a world-spanning quest to defeat a great evil, the Final Boss. Unfortunately for them, each time they think they've won, the Final Boss assumes a new, even more horrifying form, and the struggle begins anew. Is there any end to this conflict? There's only one way to find out!

What You'll Need

This Isn't Even My Final Form requires a dozen six-sided dice, as well as a way of keeping track of a few important numbers – a shared text document or some scrap paper will suffice.

Update 2023-10-30: Print-and-play card decks are available here:

http://penguinking.com/this-isnt-even-my-final-form/

Character Creation

Choose two of the following actions to be your Party Member's Class Actions: Strike, Heal, Buff, Debuff. If you'd rather determine this randomly, roll on the following table.

1. Strike, Heal 2. Strike, Buff 3. Strike, Debuff 4. Heal, Buff 5. Heal, Debuff 6. Buff, Debuff

Give your Party Member's Class a name which suits your Class Actions. Also give your Party Member a name; it is traditional but not obligatory for your Party Member's name to have exactly five letters.

Playing the Game

Play is divided into a series of Phases. During each Phase, one player takes on the role of the Final Boss. That player's Party Member does not participate in this Phase; they're trapped, lost, incapacitated, or otherwise separated from the party or unable to act for the duration of the Phase. All other players take on the roles of their Party Members.

The Final Boss player's first order of business is to describe what the current Phase looks like. The Final Boss player can roll 1–3 times on the following table (re-rolling duplicates) to decide on a theme, or use it as inspiration for their own theme. To use this table, roll a six-sided die twice, treating the first roll as the "tens" place and the second roll as the "ones" place, yielding a number in the range from 11 to 66.

11. Beasts 12. Bells 13. Blood 14. Bones 15. Chains 16. Chaos 21. Cubes 22. Eyes 23. Fire 24. Flowers 25. Food 26. Games 31. Gears 32. Glass 33. Gold 34. Hands 35. Holes 36. Ice 41. Iron 42. Light 43. Mazes 44. Meat 45. Mirrors 46. Music 51. Orbs 52. Order 53. Plague 54. Shadow 55. Slime 56. Space 61. Spikes 62. Teeth 63. Time 64. Trees 65. Weapons 66. Wings

Once the Phase has been defined, set the party's Momentum to zero. Momentum is a value which will increase or decrease over the course of the Phase; it has a minimum value of zero, and no particular upper limit.

Play proceeds in a series of rounds, as follows.

The Final Boss Attacks

The Final Boss always goes first in each round. Roll one die:

1–3: The Final Boss chooses one of the following actions. 4–5: The Final Boss chooses two of the following actions. You may not target the same Party Member twice; however, you may use the same action on two different Party Members if you wish. 6: The Final Boss does nothing this round. On its turn next round, it does not roll and instead uses its Ultimate Attack.

Wound: Inflict the Critical Condition on a single Party Member. If the chosen Party Member already has the Critical Condition, it's replaced with the Down Condition and the party loses one Momentum.

Imprecate: Inflict the Cursed Condition on a single Party Member.

Envenom: Inflict the Poisoned Condition on a single Party Member.

Bewilder: Inflict the Confused Condition on a single Party Member.

Counter: If you're targeted by the Strike or Debuff actions this round, after resolving that action, perform the Wound action on the Party Member who targeted you. You may counter any number of actions in this way.

Dispel: Remove the Buffed and Protected Conditions from any number of Party Members.

Enrage: The Final Boss rolls two dice and takes the better result on its next action. The party may cancel this benefit with a successful Debuff action; doing so removes the extra die instead of forcing the Final Boss to roll twice and take the lower result.

Ultimate Attack: This action can only be chosen by rolling a 6 during the previous round. When the Final Boss uses this action, choose Cursed, Poisoned, or Confused: you may perform the Wound action AND inflict the chosen Condition upon any number of Party Members, in that order. (i.e., Wound each targeted Party Member, THEN Curse/Confuse/Poison any who remain standing.)

The Final Boss player describes the outcome of the chosen action(s) in as much or as little detail as they like; control then passes to the other players.

The Party Acts

After the Final Boss has attacked, each Party Member who doesn't have the Down condition chooses one of the following actions, in any order the players wish. After choosing any action other than Defend, the player rolls their dice pool, which is a handful of six-sided dice constructed as follows:

Start with a number of dice equal to the party's current Momentum (initially zero, though it will grow over the course of the Phase)

Add one die if you're performing one of your Party Member's Class Actions

Add one die if your Party Member currently has the Buffed Condition

Add one die if your Party Member currently has the Critical Condition

Roll all of the dice together, and find the highest result. Ties for the highest result have no special significance; for example, if you rolled four dice and got 1, 3, 5 and 5, your result is 5. If you'd ever end up with zero or fewer dice for any reason – either because your dice pool was empty to begin with, or because some effect obliged you to discard every die you rolled – you receive an automatic result of 1.

If an action requires you to target a specific Party Member or make other choices, you can wait and see the result of your roll before making those decisions.

Strike: You attack the Final Boss. Roll your dice pool:

1–3: Nothing happens – either the attack misses, or the Final Boss turns out to be immune to whatever you just did. 4–5: The attack strikes true. The party gains one Momentum. 6: Critical hit! The party gains two Momentum.

Special: If you roll triples or better (i.e., at least three of the same number) on a Strike action, the Final Boss' current Phase is defeated, and you move on to the next Phase. It doesn't matter what number comes up triples.

Heal: You attempt to restore the party's strength. Roll your dice pool:

1–3: You may remove the Critical Condition from a single Party Member. If no Party Member has the Critical Condition, nothing happens. 4–5: You may remove the Critical Condition from any number of party members OR you may remove the Down Condition from a single Party Member. 6: You may remove the Critical and Down Conditions from any number of party members.

Buff: You attempt to bolster a party member. Roll your dice pool:

1–3: You may grant the Buffed Condition to a single Party Member OR remove a Condition of your choice other than Critical or Down from a single Party Member. 4–5: You may grant the Buffed Condition to a single Party Member AND remove a Condition of your choice other than Critical or Down from that Party Member, if they have one. 6: You may grant the Buffed Condition OR remove a Condition of your choice other than Critical or Down to any number of Party Members. You may choose a different option for each targeted Party Member.

Debuff: You attempt to weaken the Final Boss. Roll your dice pool:

1-3: Nothing happens – it turns out the Final Boss was immune to that effect. 4–5: The Final Boss rolls two dice and takes the lower result on its next action. 6: The Final Boss rolls two dice and takes the lower result on its next action AND the party gains one Momentum.

Defend: You may grant the Protected condition to a Party Member of your choice. Do not roll.

Based on the outcome of your roll (if applicable), describe the outcome of your action in as much or as little detail as you wish.

Once each Party Member has acted, return to "The Final Boss Attacks" to begin the next round.

Ending the Phase

As noted above, rolling triples or better on a Strike action results in the immediate defeat of the current Phase. Alternatively, if all Party Members simultaneously have the Down Condition, the Final Boss player's Party Member suddenly breaks free or arrives on the scene and rescues everyone in a stunning deus ex machina; this also ends the Phase, but does not count as defeating it.

In either case, reset the party's momentum to zero, remove all Conditions, and move on to the next Phase. The role of the Final Boss passes to a different player, with preference given to those who haven't yet had a chance to be the Final Boss; the previous Final Boss player resumes playing their Party Member.

Continue until the party has defeated a number of Phases at least equal to the number of players, or until mutual agreement has been reached that all this has gone on quite long enough.

Conditions

Some actions can impose Conditions upon the individual Party Members. Conditions can be positive or negative, and last until specific conditions for their removal are met.

Buffed: Your strength has been boosted. When rolling your dice pool, you roll one extra die.

Confused: You've lost your wits. When the party acts, your action is determined by rolling a d6 – 1: Strike; 2: Heal; 3: Buff; 4: Debuff; 5: Defend; 6: do nothing this round AND remove this Condition. This Condition is also removed if you gain the Critical Condition while under its effects. You may choose targets normally if the rolled action requires them. Confused Party Members always act before their un-Confused peers; if there are multiple Confused Party Members, the Final Boss decides the order in which they act.

Critical: You are badly wounded. Desperation lends strength, and so this Condition adds one extra die to your dice pools; however, if you suffer the Critical Condition a second time, it becomes the Down Condition instead.

Cursed: You've been afflicted with misfortune. Discard your highest result after rolling your dice pool, but before applying your chosen action's effects. If there's a tie for the highest result, discard all of them; for example, if you roll four dice while Cursed and get 1, 3, 5 and 5, your result is 3. If the Condition causes you to discard your only set of triples of better on a Strike action, the Phase does not end.

Down: You are incapacitated by injury or foul enchantment. When the party acts, you may not choose an action; your action remains lost even if this Condition is removed before the end of the round. When you gain this Condition, remove all other Conditions, and the party loses one Momentum. (This is not in addition to the Momentum loss noted by effects which inflict this Condition – those are just reminders.) You may not gain other Conditions while this one persists.

Poisoned: You're afflicted by a poison, plague, or death-curse. If you have the Poisoned Condition after resolving your action for the round, you gain the Critical Condition. If you already have the Critical Condition, you instead gain the Down Condition, and the party loses one Momentum.

Protected: The next time you would gain any Condition other than Buffed, remove this Condition instead. You also remove this Condition if you take any action other than Defend on your turn.

[felassan]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard - site update - companion blurbs and abilities. [source] Some of this information is new, including each companion's Abilities list.

Text reads:

"LACE HARDING Inquisition This dwarven scout has a positive outlook and a ready bow – as well as unexpected magical powers. At her core, Harding is still a girl from Ferelden; she loves adventure, animals, and nature and is fiercely protective of her family and friends. Abilities: Seismic Shot; Heavy Draw; Shred; Adrenaline Rush; Soothing Potion Harding's skills with the bow are unmatched - her arrows can stagger enemies and shred armor. DAVRIN Grey Wardens Bold and charming, this Grey Warden has made a name for himself as a monster hunter. Though he was raised in a Dalish clan, he craved excitement and adventure. He’d rather make history than reflect on it. Now, he cares for Assan, a young griffon. Abilities: Battle Cry; Death from Above; Heroic Strike; Assan Strike; In War, Victory Fiercely loyal, Davrin brings his enemies down hard with a combination of mighty attacks, teaming with Assan to keep their companions out of danger. BELLARA LUTARE The Veil Jumpers Bellara is creative, romantic, and obsessed with uncovering the secrets of ancient Elvhenan. She has a strong sense of self – a clear idea of who she is and what she wants – and will push herself to her limits to find the answers she seeks. Abilities: Fade Bolts; Enfeebling Shot; Replenish; Time Slow; Galvanized Tear Bellara manipulates the Fade and uses electricity and control magic to support her Companions and diminish the powers of their foes. TAASH The Lords of Fortune A Qunari dragon hunter allied with the Lords of Fortune, Taash lives for adventure and doesn't mind taking risks. While her interests include sparkling treasures and hitting things with an axe, Taash is also deeply knowledgeable about many topics. Abilities: Fire Breath; Dragon's Roar; Dragonfire Strike; Spitfire; Fortune's Favor Blunt and straightforward, Taash is a mighty warrior, who wields dual-axes and breathes out flames, igniting enemies with draconic fury. LUCANIS DELLAMORTE The Antivan Crows Lucanis is an expert assassin for whom the Antivan Crows are a family business. He is poised & pragmatic, but he’d rather not be the center of attention. His focus is usually on his work. Lucanis specializes in executing powerful mages and has earned himself the title Demon of Vyrantium. Abilities: Eviscerate; Abominate; Soothing Potion; Debilitate; Adrenaline Rush Lucanis stylishly deals necrotic damage in battle with his dual-daggers, whilst supporting his companions with potions and buffs. EMMRICH VOLKARIN The Mourn Watch A necromancer of Nevarra's Mourn Watch, this well-meaning scholar comes complete with a skeletal assistant, Manfred. Emmrich is as serious about his duty to protect innocents from the occult as he is about his studies and his interest in the mysteries of the fade. Abilities: Final Rites; Replenish; Entangling Spirits; The Bell Tolls; Time Slow Emmrich summons forth spirits of the dead to both entangle and hinder his enemies and heal his companions. NEVE GALLUS The Shadow Dragons A cynic fighting for a better future, Neve is both a private detective and a member of Tevinter's rebellious Shadow Dragons. Born and raised in a working-class neighborhood of Minrathous, she does not believe in the superiority of mages. Abilities: Icebreaker; Blizzard; Glacial Pace; Time Slow; Replenish Neve uses her talents as an ice mage to freeze and slow enemies, stopping them in their tracks."

[source]

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Each piece of writing on this masterlist is set in the fratboy!jaehyun universe chronological order (all are standalone posts and do not impact the story in anyway) Enjoy!!

updated January 19, 2025

/fics/

when the fratboy falls posted August 3, 2024

Jaehyun is a fratboy with a notorious reputation for being a playboy, you have never heard of him. surely, he can use tutoring as an excuse to get close to you, right? OR the origin of it all

women in male fields posted January 10, 2025

you’re fully aware you’re dating a reformed fuckboy/fratiest fratboy to exist but that doesn’t mean he can get away with acting like a douche without a taste of his own medicine… OR the 3 times sweetheart finds herself acting like a fuckboy and the 1 time Jaehyun calls her out

/timestamps and one-shots/

[10:14 pm] posted March 24, 2024

fratboy!Jaehyun is really nervous to have you attend a frat party now that he’s sure he likes you

[11:14 pm] posted December 29, 2024

it's hard to forget that Jaehyun is a reformed fuckboy when you hear his old partners talk about what he's like in bed

[4:22pm] posted January 11, 2025

Jaehyun can't stand watching some loser flirt with you... why aren't you doing anything about it?

[7:37 pm] posted November 12, 2023

fratboy!Jaehyun makes you mad and is uncharacteristically lovey dovey which is also weird for his frat brothers to see

[10:04 pm] posted December 2, 2023

fratboy!Jaehyun leaves a party to go take care of his girl

[6:14 pm] posted August 23, 2024

fratboy!Jaehyun teaches you how to drive

[10:16 pm] posted December 20, 2023

fratboy!Jaehyun keeps using awful holiday pick up lines on you... unfortunately they work

[7:06 pm] posted January 21, 2024

Fratboy!Jaehyun mixed up the times for the frat formal so you have to rush to get ready. Luckily, Jaehyun’s there to help even though he’s never done it before

[2:49 am] posted February 4, 2024

Fratboy!Jaehyun- Sleeping at the frat house is always an adventure- wait, is someone having sex right now?!

[1:44 pm] posted March 9, 2024

fratboy!Jaehyun gets jealous when he wakes up to find you spending time with someone else instead of him

[4:19 pm] posted April 27, 2024

fratboy!Jaehyun comforts you when you have a bad day

I like(?) Haechan posted November 15, 2024

you and Haechan are too close and Jaehyun finally admits that he's just a tiny bit jealous

[12:09 pm] posted December 6, 2024

You just learned that one of Jaehyun's fratbros was cheating on one of your friends and Jaehyun knew...

[5:11 pm] posted January 12, 2025

Since when did the guys become comfortable enough to enter the bathroom while you were showering? Actually, when did you become comfortable to shower at the frat house at all??

/extras/

birthday smau for fratboy!Jehyun posted February 14, 2024

best brother ever posted March 3, 2024

you do the “best brother ever” prank on fratboy!Jaehyun- he hates it

marrying ice cream posted March 3, 2024

you do the “calling your boyfriend your husband prank” on your boyfriend

smudged kisses posted June 23, 2024

you do the "messed up lipstick" trend with your boyfriend

no one would hear you scream posted August 24, 2024

you do the "no one would hear you scream" prank on your boyfriend while on a hike with the frat

grwm while I... posted October 5, 2024

Jaehyun decides to pull a prank on you. It backfires.

my boyfriend ranks... posted November 3, 2024

you use the physical affection filter with Jaehyun and he ranks them

anyone could walk in on us... posted November 29, 2024

you do the "pretending to give my boyfriend head" prank on your boyfriend

tell me you love me or else posted November 30, 2024

you do the "hanging up on my boyfriend without saying I love you" on your boyfriend

a boy who's jacked and kind posted December 12, 2024

you do the "a boy who's jacked and kind" trend with your boyfriend

we listen and we don't judge posted December 19, 2024

you do the "we listen and we don't judge" trend with your boyfriend

/alternate timeline/ /aka fratboy!Jae but not the MAIN fratboy!Jae/

[9:35 pm] posted October 15, 2023

you and fratboy!Jaehyun have been keeping your relationship under wraps until now...

how do you say... January 12, 2025

you ask your boyfriend how to say certain things in Korean... why do they sound so flirty?

[witch-hazels-musings]

a gesture

Warning -> fluff | reader gets a blister on their foot, genshin men notice and provide respite from the discomfort | pre-relationship (it's silly, and dumb, but let me have this)

Includes: Diluc, Xiao

Character X GN Reader (adventure guild reader*) | Anthology

A-N: I was planning on writing for a few more characters, but I'm a bit slow in my genshin right now, plus I *should* be resting ... 人(_ _*)

Diluc

"Be right there!" you shouted over the calls echoing in the hall. Your hand dropped from your lips and back to the stack of rolled papers in your arms. The guild was busier than normal. Perhaps it was because of the snow fading from the streets, or the warmer wind blowing in from the south. Being surrounded by the lake meant damper and colder winters, but you didn't mind.

You loved the snow.

What you didn't love was returning to restrictive shoes now that the cobblestone streets were less barred by ice. You missed your warm fur-lined boots.

"Hey, got a few more requests for you to review," you told one of the auditors as you leaned onto the polished wood counter that separated you from the workers just inside. You tapped the toe of your shoe on the floor to force room between your heel and the leather rubbing against it. "Oh, and this came from Alfry." You reached into your pocket and handed a folded, sealed letter to the attendant.

After waiting for several minutes, and shifting from one foot to the other - relief waning and waxing - you made your way outside toward the Kiosk near the front of Mondstadt. It took a while, you were particularly slow on the stone steps of the city since each one put added pressure on your heels. You could feel a blister on the horizon.

Katheryne greeted you with a wave when she saw you.

She was, without a doubt, one of your favorite people. She didn't lock you in long, uninteresting conversations about her life outside of work. She just thanked you for the updated commissions and let you be on your way. You wished everyone was like Katheryne.

It wasn't that you hated talking to people. You just preferred to get your work done and found it distracting to get lost in small talk about the weather. But you learned to be pleasant and control your drifting eyes that willed your soul to be anywhere but there.

When you approached the Guild, someone called you over and explained you were being requested in one of the assessment rooms. A room used by evaluators and requestors to work out the details of a commission. You weren't an evaluator - so who could possibly be asking for you?

You imagined several scenarios except for this one. The one where Diluc Ragnvindr was standing on the other side of the door, waiting for - you. In fact, you were so unprepared, taken aback, that you rechecked the room number.

It was odd to see Diluc outside of his normal patterns. The man was routine. Days spent at Angels Share, days absent from the city while he tended to his estate at the Dawn Winery. You had several run-ins with him over the years since his reappearance, but they were always in public spaces. Fleeting, nervous moments when you'd gather the courage to ask him for a drink while he worked or make polite - short - conversation when he dropped it off. You didn't even know he knew you worked at the Adventurers Guild.

"Sir Ragnvindr, is something - how can I help you?" you asked as you stepped inside the room and let the heavy door close behind you.

"Have I pulled you away from your work?"

"Yes," you said but caught yourself, "No. I mean, yes, but it's alright. Are you alright?" The thought crossed your mind that perhaps something had happened. An issue at the Winery or the tavern, maybe he thought you were the best person to help him? Not sure why. But you did know a lot of adventurers.

"I am well. Please," he gestured to the table and chairs beside him. Crossing the room, you noticed a tall, decorative bag on the corner of the table. The top was knotted by someone with experience. Diluc placed his hand on the table, and you stopped a few feet from him. He looked -- odd. Out of sorts even.

"Did you need something from the Guild? I'm not sure if anyone told you, but I'm not an evaluator, but I can find someone who can assist you in building a commission report."

"I do not require one. I am ..." he clenched his jaw and fumbled. "Please, sit," he repeated, gesturing to the chair slightly pulled out beside you.

Confused, you took a seat.

You considered yourself a rational person, a relatively calm person. One that could keep their head in most situations, but when the man you could hardly look at long enough to breathe knelt in front of you, lifted your calf, and began to untie your shoe, you yelped so loud it startled him.

"Dilu- I mean, Sir Ragnvindr, what are you doing!?" You reached for his arm but pulled back at the last second. A war raged inside your mind - one billowing urge shouted to push him away so you could steady your fluttering heart, and the other shrieked, terrified of making contact out of fear he'd know the truths of your unsettled heart.

"These are uncomfortable, are they not?"

You glanced at your shoes. "I mean - yes, but you don't have to worry about it. Please," you begged, fingers hovering above his hand, body fighting the will to rip free from his grasp. "Sir Ragn-"

"Diluc," he interrupted and looked up at you, "I much prefer when you call me Diluc."

You didn't know how to respond, didn't know how to react, so you just sat frozen while he carefully removed your shoes and tended to the wounds they had caused.

His touch was warm. Violently warm. It was like heat seeped from every bit of him. Tendrils of flames licked across his brow, his cheeks, his jawline. You were so close you could smell the earth and trapped dust from the melting snow trapped in his clothes.

He placed the bandage across your foot and carefully wrapped it until it was secure.

"T-Thank you," you mumbled. You were stuck between being embarrassed by what was happening and being smitten by it. You were in a haze. Your eyes could barely focus on his hands as he worked, barely noticing the stick he placed beside your right foot. The medicine he applied had soothed the soft burn of the blister.

He stood and a wave of his scent washed over you. It took a moment for you to catch your breath, but when you did, you reached for your shoes that he had placed on the table.

"I'll repay you for the treatment."

"No need," he replied as he tugged at the decorative cloth bag. His back blocked you from what was inside. You worked on stretching the laces of your shoes so you could slip them over your foot. Just as you were about to place them on, Diluc returned and stalled your actions, taking the shoe from you and returning it to the table. He easily held your calf and slipped on another shoe. A flat, wide one that wouldn't rub against you the way your own had. "How does it fit?" he asked as he carefully slid it over your heel and adjusted it until it was on completely.

The shoe was elegant, beautiful. Something you would only dream of buying - most of your clothes were from sales and take-bins of neighbors doing their yearly cleaning. These were --

"Wait - did you buy these?"

"I did. But I was unaware of your size. If these are not satisfactory, I purchased several others which may be more suitable for you," he explained and that's when you noticed the stack of boxes now exposed from the cloth bag. Two boxes were placed to the side, another still in it, while the last was open, the lid placed at an angle as if forgotten.

"You bought," you paused, disbelief pulling in your brows, "multiple pairs?"

"It seemed better to purchase multiple than to guess. Though I could have inquired from you directly," he trailed off as if the thought had only just crossed his mind.

But only one crossed yours, "Why?"

He looked up at you, still kneeling and preparing your other foot to accept your new shoes' partner, "I notice you. You would be unable to work in this state."

"Noticed me?"

"Yes. Besides, I couldn't rightfully ... never mind."

"What," you blurted, hanging on his every word.

He glanced at you and then looked back at your feet. There was a pause, a heavy pause in the air. "To see you in discomfort. It - It did not sit well with me."

You sat in silence as he ensured the shoes fit, as he laced them, and made sure they wouldn't irritate the bandage. You held your tongue and swallowed the pounding pressure in your chest when he lifted you from the chair and made sure you could stand before he let go.

You breathed him in while he stood before you.

"I will be at Angel's Share tonight. I can set aside some time for you, should you find yourself-"

"Okay," you blurted again, followed it up with an embarrassed sorry. It made him laugh, and you snatch the lurching urge to jump on him.

"Until then," he hummed, a smile tugging at his lips. "Do not rush in the meantime. I have already given my recommendations to the guild to allow you rest, though I do not imagine you'll heed it."

Diluc packed up the bag and bid you farewell, lingering his voice on the sound of your name, his eyes on your warm face. He slipped out of the room and left you in disbelief in a pair of beautiful crimson shoes.

--

Xiao

Why did you decide to wear these shoes?

You thought at least twenty times as you trudged down the path. As you hiked over the mountain passes that had seen better days in their time. A giant bolder blocked you a few paces back and you were still brushing yourself off from the unprepared scramble; you found a tear in your clothes and groaned.

For an adventurer, you got off pretty lucky. Only taking the low-priced requests. Ones left for running between towns, helping clear out someone's back room, or helping with a shipment. You weren't interested in the daring adventures that some in the guild would take, snatch up before you even had a chance to read the whole thing. And you certainly weren't about to follow in the footsteps of that strange traveler who - for a while - was accused of killing the Liyue Archon. (You still had your suspicions).

Nope, you were complacent, content with the simple jobs that helped you keep the lights on and splurge on the things that caught your eye. One of which was currently on your feet and digging into the skin uncomfortably. You hopped on one foot and shoved your finger inside the edge of the shoe in the hopes of stretching out the tight leather.

The top of the path crept over the horizon and you picked up the pace to reach it. You adored cresting the hill and seeing the harbor stretch across the bay, how the tall mountainside loomed above her - a watchful guardian, a shield and protector. You sighed and adjusted the pack on your back. The road into the harbor wasn't long, but it was steep, and you prepared yourself for a rough descent with your aching feet.

Every step slowed you down. Each one more uncomfortable than the last. You thought about taking off your shoes but didn't want to catch the disapproving glares that came from Liyue's citizens. So, you pushed forward.

A plume of green and black smoke enveloped you. You would have shouted but you were used to the sensation and how it obscured your view. Months ago you stumbled upon the smoke's owner in a field. He seemed injured so you went to check on him only to learn he was fine, and rather unappreciative of your concern - actually, he was irritatingly annoyed that you had distracted him from his lay-about.

"Hello, little Xia--woah!" Instead of appearing near you like he had before, you were suddenly floating in the green smoke. It whipped through your hair, tugged at your loose clothes, and bit at your skin. You felt like you were falling, and then you were - into the arms of the Adeptus who normally kept his respectful distance from you.

When your eyes adjusted to the return of light, you twisted to look at him, one arm draped over his shoulders as if he had placed it there.

"What are you-?" The words caught in your throat. Confusion, surprise, and bashful bewilderment tickled your cheeks and stole your ability to speak. Your face was inches from him. Closer than it ever had been before.

"You're injured," he spoke softly, matter-of-factly, his eyes drifting to your feet. You could already see the broken skin around your heel.

"It's nothing. Just my shoes," you explained as you stared at your own feet as if that explanation meant anything to him.

"Hold on," he said as he held you to him and the two of you disappeared into a puff of ethereal phthalo.

--

Xiao placed you on the small stool you had left out on the balcony the night before. He was careful to not let you crash into it. His strength - despite his size - was easy to sense as he eased you onto it and waited for you to settle.

"Thanks," you hummed, stealing a peek at his eyes. Eyes the shade of ginkgo trees in fall, eyes that held eons of history and centuries of sadness. Xiao didn't speak much, but his searching and timid eyes quenched your thirst for his voice.

He lifted your leg and you covered your mouth to avoid making a noise. Before you could ask him a question, he withdrew into his haze and was gone. You sat motionless for only a few seconds, and contemplated entering your house as you, in a daze, took off your shoes but when you rose to leave, Xiao reappeared holding a small container.

"For your injury. It's important to - take care of yourself," he mumbled the last part of his sentence as he held the container out to you. Averting eyes, open fingers unmoving, waiting for you to take it.

Your fingertips brushed his skin. "Did you get this for me?" He crossed his arms and didn't answer but his actions still made your chest warm and lips pull into a giddy smile.

"Don't dally," he scolded and threw you a sharp stare, "Or you'll be left with a scar."

"Oh right." You nodded and uncapped the container. The salve held a potent medicinal scent. "You don't have to stay," you added, a little sad at the thought of him leaving but recognizing that he didn't enjoy the sights and sounds of the city. His avoidance one of the many secrets locked in the amber of his soul.

"I'll wait."

You opened your mouth to protest but he turned his back to you, crossed his arms. Watched, observed. Protective.

"Thank you, Xiao," you whispered and chuckled at the grunt that floated toward you from the Adeptus statue standing near the corner of your balcony.

--

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SKZ MATE SERIES OF BOOKS

Summary: Here you will find a pack of wolves called Straykids who go through a series of hardships with their mated omega Y/N! It doesn't start in the best way but it may not end the way you want it to either.

Warnings

This fanfiction may include distressing themes so please read with caution. MDNI All rights belong to the author. I own the created characters and plots to make this fanfiction. The themes DO NOT REPRESENT the real people. It is a dark romance themed fanfic!

⚠️ Omegaverse, A/B/O, Marking, Biting, Mating, Blood play, Mentions of Assault, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Torture, VERY SMUTTY, Misogyny, Anxiety, Depression, Angst, Fluff, M/M/F, Possessive SKZ, Cursing, Pet Names, Humiliation, Kinks, Gaslighting, Sexism, Dom/Sub dynamics, Threesome, Foreplay, Begging, and more⚠️

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Book 1: SKZ Mate

Summary: Going from one werewolf pack to another. There's no turning back now, not when you know what you left behind. A dangerous situation is now replaced with something less sinister. Can Y/N learn to trust another group of werewolves?

Book 2: SKZ Pack

Summary: Now that Ateez has been destroyed Chan and his pack have become closer than ever. The wolves have gotten stronger and have gotten more powerful since they have bonded with their omega, but there is something darker still left to emerge. An old problem has started to resurface and will all the wolves make it out alive this time.

Book 3: SKZ War

Summary: What happens when two little pups called Lucas and Moon accidentally summon something in the depths of the night. Can they stop it before it gets worse. Join the adventure of the little wolves who are getting into trouble with their fathers constantly.

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[egberts]

we are finally home after a busy day. if you don't know already, callie passed away this morning. she fought so hard for the last month and held on for long enough that everyone who knows her and loves her got to see her and say goodbye while she was still in good spirits. unfortunately in the days leading up to this morning she suddenly rapidly declined again and we knew it was time. i won't go into the sad details but despite her condition she continued to love and be loved. she fell asleep in my arms leading up to her final moments, and we got to give her so many hugs and kisses. it didn't take long for the medicine to take her when it was finally time, she was already so weak. her personality has always been so quirky, it was hard to see her decline but she was still so full of love to the very end.

immediately after she passed alana and i went to a boardwalk nature trail and just walked for a while before going for ice cream (the cashier was incredibly nice to us, we must have seemed in need of cheering up because this was a theme of the day)

after ice cream we came home and cleaned up callie's things. vacuumed up some of the cat hair and packed away her furniture and the things we wanted to keep, we set aside some things for her memorial space, and we took everything else to the animal shelter.

just packing up her things was already somewhat cathartic but while at the shelter we decided to visit with the kitties and this was actually a very good idea. it was so bizarrely comforting, seeing and holding the small lovable kittens and realizing in a way that one day we will be able to get a cat as loving as callie was and it will be easy to fall in love with it too.

after the animal shelter, we had to swing by our house again to get the bulk pack of wet food that was delivered, very cruel irony there. it was a $50 box so i reached out for a refund and was given one pretty much immediately and told not to return the food, which gives us a reason to go back to the shelter on monday and donate this food too. (and visit more kitties of course)

we were probably keeping ourselves busy subconsciously, but it was good for us i think, because next we went to a state park and just enjoyed some time by the ocean. we saw so many crabs and even a heron came right up to us!

and you'd think that's the end of the day's adventure but no, after that we went to get pizza for dinner (because cooking is just not an option right now iykyk) and we saw a deer!! a freaking random deer after already seeing a random heron, it was just amazing.

finally we went to target to grab some necessary groceries as some kind of weird semblance that even though callie is gone life has to go on.

i am not kidding when i say every single other human we had to interact with today was nothing but kind to us. all friendly smiles. we didn't tell any of them what happened and yet every single one of them from the ice cream shop girl to the lady at the state park and even the target self checkout person. it was genuinely a beautiful day despite everything. it almost feels like callie's loving energy was just with us throughout the day.

i'm going to miss her so much, and knowing she's gone forever is very hard but i don't think i could've asked for a better experience with it. now it's time to finish up the last bit of cleaning and take a much needed shower.

after her urn and ashes arrive i'll post one final callie update, but as of now this is it. she is gone, resting in peace on the other side of the rainbow bridge. our sweet angel baby 💗

the cutest gradient trio ever btw

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

reading update: november 2024

*arrives halfway through december with a hot chocolate in hand* WHO WANTS TO KNOW WHAT I READ IN NOVEMBER

this is not going to be my best or most thoroughly written roundup but I want this shit posted so you get what you get

Sharks Don't Sink: Adventures of a Rogue Shark Scientist (Jasmin Graham with Makeba Raisin, 2024) - as a shark enjoyer who was too dumb to go into marine biology, I was really looking forward to Graham's book about her experiences as a Black woman working in this very white field. while the book's a bit dry it's also a fun, quick read, with an infinitely likeable narrator whose passion bursts out of every page and will delight anybody who also loves sharks. Graham's determination to forge her own path and make spaces for herself and other women of color makes for an inspiring story, and though this book isn't specifically targeted at younger readers, I'd happily recommend gifting it to any girls looking at getting into any kind of animal-related field so that they can find a worthy role model in Jasmin Graham.

Bite by Bite: Nourishments and Jamborees (Aimee Nezhukumatathil, 2024) - I feel bad, but I was disappointed! I was so smitten with poet Nezhukumatathill's previous collection of short essays, World of Wonder, in which she extolls the virtues of various animals and plants. while I always enjoy a lush description of a good food, and the illustrations were very charming (the shave ice in particular had me YEARNING to blow my savings on a trip to Hawaii), it Bite by Bite lacked the substance of its predecessor. the connections drawn in each essay felt a bit more contrived this time around, with many feeling like thinly veiled justifications for Nezhukumatathil to pontificate on her sons growing up rather than celebrating the foods she spotlights for their own merits. I ended up feeling as if I was rushing to get it over with, which is always sad.

Four Lost Cities: A Secret History of the Urban Age (Annalee Newtiz, 2021) - this was one of the most unexpect delights of the year. I know borderline nothing about archaeology and anthropology, but Newitz paints such vivid images of their subjects that I found myself getting genuinely emo about disaster relief efforts in Pompeii. idk what it was, man, but they took their right turns stupid just like we did! humans is the same after all this time! it's been a while since I picked up a book about something totally alien to me and got to settle in for the pure joy of learning from a talented writer, and this book hit the spot tremendously. if anyone is planning on doing my 2025 book bingo challenge and needs an idea for the nonfiction about a topic that's new to them, consider this a recommendation!

The Truth According to Ember (Danica Nava, 2024) - maaaaan. I wasn't, like, blown away by the synopsis of this romance novel, in which the titular Ember lies about being white rather than Chickasaw in order to land a job only to immediately find herself crushing hard on a Native coworker, Danuwoa, and getting increasingly wrapped up in a web of lies. while the plot's not exactly original, I was excited to check out a book by a Native author about Native characters getting a pretty big release, something I hadn't yet encountered in romancelandia. but honestly? the biggest disappointment in this book wasn't the unoriginal story or Disney Channel sitcom-levels of hijinks to maintain the various lies, but it's the fact that lying about being white isn't even really the crux of the plot. Ember doesn't get fired for that! that's not actually the thing anyone has an issue with! she gets in trouble for lying about having a degree that she doesn't have to get a job she's wildly underqualified for, which is a significantly bigger issue! but all of the marketing is based on her lying about being Native, which feels... idk, it feels misleading? also the romance takes, like, a loooong time to show up; Danuowa is very secondary for like the first third of the book while we learn about the ins and outs of Ember's life, family drama, and new job. I don't know if I've ever been begging for a romance heroine to interact with love interest more, but this book made it happen.

The MAGA Diaries: My Surreal Adventures Inside the Right-Wing (And How I Got Out) (Tina Nguyen, 2024) - on the one hand, I really fuckin' feel for Tina Nguyen. what started out as a college flirtation with libertarianism spiraled into a deep immersion in the burgeoning alt-right thanks to her then-boyfriend, including a brief stint working under Tucker Carlson himself. Nguyen ultimately comes to realize the extent of batshit insanity the republican party is descending into, jumping ship well before the 2016 election thanks to an increasing sense that something is deeply amiss among the right's journalism core. (one especially chilling anecdote involves Nguyen, the daughter of Vietnamese immigrants, discovering that her longtime mentor, a man she had trusted for years to help advise her career, had been caught discussing a desire to curb America's population of immigrants.) although she spins her firsthand knowledge and exhaustive list of contacts to start reporting on the right for liberal outlets, Nguyen remains skeptical of what she perceives a critical lack of organization among the Democrats, which I can certainly forgive her for. I have a bit more side eye for Nguyen's reluctance to fully condemn some of her old colleagues; in particular, she goes to lengths to emphasize that Carlson was a pretty chill boss. idk, maybe it's hard to cut ties that completely, even with people who turned out to be monsters. overall the memoir is lacking any especially artful prose but is a bitchin' gossip piece with some decent insights into how the right organizes.

Minor Feelings: An Asian American Reckoning (Cathy Park Hong, 2020) - it's always so momentous when a book actually lives up to the hype. Hong blurs memoir and essay for a resonant and painful examination of all the ways Asian American identity gets tangled up in shame, including her own. this book is potent, and by far one of my favorite nonfiction reads of the year. I think @zaricats recommended it like 700 years ago so thank you for that!

Crazy Rich Asians (Kevin Kwan, 2013) - it's. fine. it's literally just fine.

The Nightmare Before Kissmas (Sara Raasch, 2024) - not fine, this one sucked shit so bad it gave me a headache multiple times. how do you squander a premise as silly as "the Christmas Prince and the Halloween Prince are in secret gay love"? how do you make that boring? why was this mostly just a book about workplace politics with a little tinsel on top? unfortunately I WILL be reading the sequel in March, but only to complain.

Doppelganger: A Trip Into the Mirror World (Naomi Klein, 2024) - a dizzying work that ties together an astonishing number of ideas, beginning with Klein's own frustrations with being mistaken for disgraced feminist writer turned vaccine conspiracy hack Naomi Wolf to the chaotic and reactionary political landscape that so many of us find ourselves struggling to make sense of. it's a heavy and heady book, dense with well considered observations and expertly articulated thoughts despite Klein's own acknowledgement that her "research" often veered into unreasonable levels of obsession. despite Klein's long career this was my first time reading her work, and now I am Listening to anything and everything she has to say.

Delicious in Dungeon Vol. 12 (Ryoko Kui, trans. Taylor Engel, 2023) - I truly genuinely can't say anything about Volume 12 without saying that, by the time I'm posting this, I have also read Volumes 13 and 14 and finished the series and man. man man man. this story is just so GOOD. genuinely I love Dungeon Meshi so much.

Buzz: A Stimulating History of the Sex Toy (Hallie Lieberman, 2017) - a very fun and interesting history of the sale of sex toys in the US, including some very appreciated love for unsung heroes of the sex toy field like Jewish ventriloquist Ted Marche, Black disability activist Gosnell Duncan, and all of the women who pioneered sex stores that prioritized woman as their clientele. granted, that last group of second wave feminists comes with all the accompanying second wave bioessentialism you'd expect, and I'd be remiss not to note that the book also takes a frustratingly cissexist approach in the way it talks about man = penis and woman = vagina. I don't think Lieberman sought out to be deliberately transphobic (there is, briefly, a mention of a trans woman taking over one of the sex toy companies the book follows, and she is recognized as a woman even if her transition is shoehorned in rather awkwardly) but simply out of her depth with knowing how to address trans people in the very binary historical narrative she constructs. it's grating, but also unsurprising for a book published in 2017. if you can handle the cis weirdness and you, like me, are interested in how sexuality and pleasure are litigated, I'd really recommend checking this one out; I've already added it to the official sex witch library. it's worth the read for the surprising history of Adam & Eve alone.

[callsign-venus]

For the Love of Love | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader | Part II

Part I | Series Masterlist

Summary: You immediately have doubts. As the morning goes on, they only get stronger. Good thing Bradley can be normal about this. Right?

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: fake dating, fake dating Bradley Bradshaw in particular, completely implied age gap

a/n: Thank all y'all for the response to the first part :) I was so nervous to post it, but everyone has been so kind and encouraging! Also, I've created a taglist for this series -- please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future updates! Ok, ok, let's get this show on the road (literally, we're on the way to Tahoe lol), enjoy x

It was 6:15 am. Streetlights washed your walls a bright, sterile white. You paced in front of your door. Next to it, your pink luggage set waited for you dutifully. Bradley was supposed to pick you up 15 minutes ago. He hadn’t responded to any of your texts. Or your calls.

Were you dumb for thinking he really wanted to join you – and your entire family – in Tahoe? Was he drunker than he let on last night, or maybe he forgot entirely? You hoped not, you’d already bought him the seat next to you on the plane. You really didn’t want to explain to your parents why they were paying for two plane seats when only you arrived at the cabin.

You checked your phone. 6:17. Soon, you’d have to drive by yourself. Maybe he’d catch you at the airport.

Just as you made for your keys, there was a sharp knock at your door. You undid the deadbolt and flung it open. Bradley stood in the sickly yellow light of the hallway, looking better than you wanted him to in just gray sweats and a black hoodie.

“Good morning!” He was surprisingly chirpy for how early it was.

“You’re late. Why didn’t you answer my texts?”

“What texts?”

“The texts I sent you?” You grabbed all three pieces of your luggage and struggled through the door frame.

“My phone died.” He was tapping his phone screen like he was just realizing that it wasn’t turning on. He gave up, pocketed the phone, and lifted the two biggest suitcases out of your hands. “Jesus, how long are we going to be gone? It’s like you packed your whole closet.”

“Three days. But I have to be prepared.” You locked up your apartment and started down the stairs, your suitcase clanking down each step. Your neighbors were probably thrilled.

Bradley followed behind you, lifting your other suitcases as if they weighed nothing.

“So you’re just going to travel with a dead phone?” You asked when you finally made it to the lobby.

He shrugged. “Is your phone charged?”

“Of course.”

“Works good enough for me.”

He reached over your head to hold open the front door as you dragged your suitcase into the brisk early morning. His Bronco shone like adventure. You and Bradley loaded your luggage, and he opened the door for you to get into the passenger seat.

“Coffees?” You asked as he slid into the driver’s seat and started the car.

He glanced down at the twin iced coffees lined up in the cupholders between you. “I thought it'd help us get through the early morning. I didn’t know what you liked though, so I just got you my drink.”

You stabbed a straw through the plastic lid of the coffee and took a sip. It was shockingly sweet. You coughed a little.

“You like it?” Bradley smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. “I’ve perfected my order. Caramel and white mocha and cinnamon sprinkle on top.”

You take another sip. Without the sweetness taking you by surprise, it was much better. “It’s good. I would have pegged you for a hot black coffee guy, though.”

“I’m full of surprises.” He merged on the freeway.

The sound of the road passing under the Bronco filled the silence of the car.

“So…” Bradley tapped his thumb against the Bronco’s wheel, the echoes of some song you didn’t know. “What’s your family like?”

You watched lights flick on in the windows of the buildings you passed. People getting ready for their typical days. You pressed down a shock of panic. This was absurd. But Bradley seemed committed, and if it was going to work, you had to set him up for success. That meant warning him about your family.

“Well, my Grandma Sybil and Grandpa Thomas have been married for sixty years. Obviously.” Nervous laughter bubbled from your lips before you could stop it. “They’re Grandma and Grandpa. I grew up going to their house and stuffing myself on her cookies and falling asleep on his lap. But Grandma Sybil can be… stern.”

He stopped tapping his thumb to snag his coffee and take a sip. “Like, how so?”

“She’s just a little rough around the edges. She had a tough life before meeting my grandfather, and though she softened to him, I don’t think she softened much to the rest of the world. Just, don’t take it personally if she doesn’t warm up to you right away. Or at all.”

“Noted.” You heard him swallow.

You picked at a seam in your pants. “And their oldest daughter is my Aunt Marnie. She’s married to Uncle Jim. They run a crystal shop just outside of Vegas. They might try to push moonstone or onyx on you. Just smile and accept it.”

“Ok. Marnie and Jim. Crystals.” He committed the names to memory.

“Their daughter Sabrine just got married.”

“You went to the wedding, I remember.”

You flushed, grateful that the sun hadn’t quite risen yet and the hotness of your cheeks dissipated in the darkened car. He had remembered. You didn’t think any detail of your life was important enough for him to care to remember – and it really was just one week that you were gone – but maybe your life had bled into the Daggers’ more than you thought.

As the airport came into view, you told him about Sabrine and how she would bring her new husband Matt. She was already seven months pregnant. Grandma Sybil was less than pleased, but Grandpa Thomas either didn’t care or hadn't worked out the math.

“And what do your aunt and uncle think?” Bradley asked.

“I think they’re just happy that she’s happy. They sound excited to be grandparents. But Auntie Marnie did complain that the wedding was tacky.”

Bradley snorted. “Was it?”

“It was sweet,” you said. “It was in his mom’s backyard. The colors were red and black, but it was sweet.”

An airplane roared overhead, glinting in the sun that was just sharpening over the horizon.

Bradley pulled into the airport’s parking garage. He had only packed himself a duffle bag, so he was able to carry all of your luggage plus his own. In exchange, you carried both coffees and locked the Bronco. You slipped Bradley’s keys into his pocket as he instructed, your fingers warming where they grazed the fabric of his sweats.

The airport was fizzing with the whispers of early morning travelers. You rubbed your eyes as you stepped under the fluorescent lights, taking stock of just how many others were yawning and lining up at the baggage counter under those same lights. Why was the airport so busy before 7am?

As if he could read your mind (or maybe he just saw you tense up at the sight of so many people), Bradley said, “It’s ok. We still have time.”

His reassurance drove you to action. You traded his coffee for your bags and shuffled into line for the check in counter. From the standstill line, you watched Bradley as he wandered around the walkway, taking sips of his coffee, staring up at the ceiling, and generally being a 6’1” hazard to the travelers rushing to get to the TSA line. You rolled your suitcases across the green gray carpets the check in counter line eked forward, nearly running into the old man in front of you as you kept your gaze on Bradley. Why was even his boredom endearing?

Just before you got to the front of the line, he stopped and stared up at the ceiling, causing a woman who was looking at her phone to crash into him. You giggled as you watched him apologize, and saw, in real time, as the woman went from indignant to flustered as she realized how hot he was. She tried to strike up a conversation, but he caught your gaze from across the room. Her eyes followed his, and when it hit you, she was quick to disappear into the airport crowd.

Your face grew hot. You mouthed sorry to him as the woman at the counter was calling you forward. You were a little sorry; she was very pretty. But some part of you delighted in being perceived as his girlfriend, even if it was easier to convince a stranger than your family.

“Ma’am, next guest.” The stern voice of the woman at the counter shook you from your thoughts.

Once your bags were checked, you caught up with Bradley. The two of you rounded the corner only to stop short when you saw the enormous security line.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you groaned.

“We’ll be fine. It’s only 7:15.” Bradley nudged your shoulder with his. “Plus, it gives us time to get our story straight.”

“Our story?” You asked as you both stepped into line.

“Yeah. Like, how did we meet?”

You didn’t skip a beat. “Nat introduced us.”

“That was quick.” He raised his eyebrows.

“Well, let’s try to stick with reality as much as possible. And my family loves Nat, her stamp of approval will go down great.” You really hoped no one could hear you two. But the steady murmur of overlapping early-morning conversation seemed to drown out your weird topic of conversation.

“Well, how long have we been dating?”

That you had to think about. “Well, it can’t be too short, otherwise it would be weird that I’m bringing you.”

“It’s already weird.” He laughed.

“They don’t need to know that,” you said. “How long do you think we could pass for? 2 months? 6?”

“Aren’t they going to ask why you’ve never talked about me or brought me around?”

“Good point. We’ll say 4, and I’ll just tell them I wanted to be sure before I told them about you.”

“You think we could convince them we’ve been dating for four months?”

You shrugged, but your stomach somersaulted. “We can try.”

“Like this?” He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers between yours.

Your hand tensed. Your stomach did a whole gymnastics routine. You were holding hands with Bradley Bradshaw in the airport. You looked around, sure that any TSA agent in your vicinity could sense your anxiety and pull you for secondary screening.

“Relax.” He patted your hand with his free one. “We’re not going to get far like this.”

You forced your fingers to meld with his. The iced coffee and your nerves were a terrible mix for your empty stomach.

“Better.” He kept hold of your hand as you shuffled up the line. Then he grinned.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You know those couples in lines at amusement parks?” A lopsided smile brightened his face. “When they’re waiting in line?”

“The ones that are really into PDA?”

“Exactly.” He dropped your hand, slid up behind you, and wrapped his arms across your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. “All we need to do is follow their lead.”

You did everything in your power to stay upright and keep your breathing steady with his chin pressing into your skin. He kept hold of you as the line moved up. You clenched your hands, your nails digging crescents into your palms. There was no way he couldn’t hear your racing heart and your ragged breathing.

“And there’s this move.”

As the line slouched to a stop, he spun you around, still keeping hold of your waist, but now you were face to face. You looked up at him, tried to form a sentence, but found yourself completely dumb. He leaned his forehead against yours. Surely he could feel the warmth of your face, see the confused longing in your eyes. He smiled at you for just a second before he broke away from you and threw his head back laughing, drawing glares from your fellow sleep-deprived travelers.

You were practically mute through the rest of security. Bradley seemed to have fun grabbing your hand, draping an arm around your shoulders, and messing with your hair. You wondered if he knew the effect he was having on you or if he was earnestly trying to practice for your family. Maybe he was just trying to rile you up. 

“You were great.” He patted the top of your head, causing your heart to shrivel a bit. “We’ll have them all wrapped around our fingers.”

You cleared your throat and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Once you were through security, you broke up to scrounge some breakfast. Well, that’s what you let Bradley think anyway. You tried to beat down the butterflies in your stomach as you wove between slow-walking travelers toting huge suitcases and knots of families with waddling toddlers, straight to the bathroom.

The stall offered you just enough privacy to freak out. You felt your face, your waist, flexed your hands right in front of your eyes. It took you months to not freak out about the platonic arm draped around your shoulders, his quick hugs goodbye at the Hard Deck. How on Earth were you going to be normal about this?

He complimented you on a job well done, but in truth, he did all the work. You didn’t reach out for him once in the security line. Would your family even believe you liked him? After that performance, the idea that they could possibly think that you were in love seemed laughable.

The weekend stretched long ahead of you. You were beginning to realize how stupid it was for you to begin such a ruse that you’d have to keep up for three days. You wondered if Bradley would react poorly to being sent home after already getting through security.

You hurriedly texted Nat – who knew very well how you felt about her coworker, almost to the point where she might have purposefully orchestrated your trip. It was a bit of a text wall, detailing the TSA line and your dread about the weekend. If she wasn’t already working, she would probably be asleep for three more hours, so you pocketed your phone after hitting send.

The sound of a flushing toilet reminded you that, yes, you were having a small crisis in a public bathroom. That thought was so sad that you took a deep breath, set your shoulders, and walked out of the stall to face the world.

From a little store, you picked up a berry parfait for breakfast and a bottled orange juice, since the TSA confiscated your half-empty iced coffee.

You found Gate 4. People were falling asleep upright in the airport seats, blankets and pillows abound. It smelled like the Jack in the Box across the way. You found two empty seats by the window and kicked up your feet to reserve one for Bradley.

He found you ten minutes later, carrying a bag stuffed with two bagels – one sausage and egg breakfast sandwich and one cinnamon raisin with strawberry cream cheese, he explained. You nodded as you dropped your feet and scraped the rest of your yogurt out of your cup.

“So your cousin Sabrine is pregnant and your grandma isn’t happy,” he said around a big bite of bagel, egg, and sausage. “What else?”

“Well, my grandparents’ youngest child is Auntie Elaine. She lives in Alaska with her husband. They breed sled dogs.”

Bradley paused right before another bite. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. Some of their dogs run the Iditarod, and I think one was part of the winning team a few years back. They have twins a little older than me. Nora and her wife Madison, they’re… really cool. Last I heard, they were climbing K2. And there’s Nora’s twin brother Owen. He has a girlfriend named Addison, which I think is funny. Madison and Addison. The twins don’t think it’s as funny as I do.”

Bradley laughed. The bagel sandwich was gone, and he traded the leftover wad of greasy wrapping paper for the cinnamon raisin bagel. “And what’s the deal with Owen and Addison?”

“They’re pretty chill.” You thought about it for a minute. “Owen used to punch drywall, but he’s calmed down.”

Bradley stared at you, waiting for you to laugh.

The gate agent called you to board before you could explain. Though you didn’t think any explanation would be helpful.

The plane ride was nice and short. You slept through most of the hour and a half. You were mortified to wake up on Bradley’s shoulder as the plane jolted in the harsh turbulence that shrouded the Reno airport. 

You sat bolt upright, fully awake. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He patted your thigh assuredly. “It’s good practice.”

You didn’t have time to freak out at his touch because the plane rocked again. You’d experienced this turbulence countless times, something about the mountains and the desert air made the plane bounce around like a toy in the hands of an overexcited toddler. Still, as the plane jerked down, it planted a pit in your stomach that made your hands clammy.

When the plane dipped again, you clutched the armrest. You didn’t want to look at Bradley, who probably thought your overreaction was silly. He’d experienced g-forces upwards of 8Gs countless times. It was bad enough flying next to Nat, who you knew would never judge you, but next to Bradley, you felt like a little kid scared of the dark.

“Hey,” he gingerly pried your hand off the armrest and held it with a softness you didn’t expect from him, “look at me.”

You tore your eyes away from the flight tracker on the display in front of you, worried you’d see judgment in his dark eyes. But his expression was everything soft.

He smiled when you met his gaze. “We’re going to be fine. Trust me, I’ve flown a plane or two.”

You laughed despite the plane suddenly banking upward.

He squeezed your hand as the plane leveled. “So here’s the deal: you keep looking at me. You can only panic if I start panicking. Deal?”

You nodded. “Deal.”

He held your hand and your eyes until the plane kissed the blessed tarmac. By then, the pit in your stomach had been flooded with a mushy feeling you simply did not have time to drain because the seatbelt sign dinged off, and you had a rental car to secure.

Getting out of the airport went as smoothly as possible. Within 20 minutes of deboarding, you and all your luggage was crammed into a rental Prius. Bradley’s nose crinkled when he first saw it, but he folded himself into the passenger seat without complaint.

You fiddled with the radio until you got it to play a throwback ‘70s station, then peeled out of the airport. Soon, the dusty city of Reno and its casinos were in the rearview, and the Sierra Nevadas loomed large on the horizon. When the road lifted off the desert floor and began winding through the foothills, childhood excitement drummed through your veins. As the car screamed along the highway, desert scrub blurred into pine trees that jutted straight up toward the endless blue sky. Patches of snow bloomed in their shade.

“Wow,” Bradley said as the trees grew thicker like a tightly stitched blanket over the mountains. Snow carpeted the ground. Little cabins shone through the forest and snow like jewels.

“Wait until we get around this mountain.” You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You carefully made a sharp turn, the mountainside steep and unwelcoming. But as the car straightened out, the trees yawned apart, and you caught Bradley gawking at the lake out of the corner of your eye.

Nestled between snow-draped mountains, it shone like a sapphire in the late morning sun.

You’d spent several summers splashing in its frigid waters with your cousins until your skin was so covered in goosebumps that Grandma Sybil threatened to pluck you for Christmas dinner. The same lake was the backdrop to hundreds upon hundreds of ski runs and one trip down the mountain with ski patrol. Your arm still ached to think about that late February day, even all these years later.

“It’s beautiful,” Bradley said, and you agreed wholeheartedly.

Your phone’s navigation system stated that there was only 20 minutes until you reached your grandparent’s cabin. You sucked in a breath between your teeth and cracked a window, hoping the cold, piny air would help settle your stomach. It didn’t. But you still had to finish giving Bradley the family rundown.

“My parents are Sean and Catherine,” you said. “My dad might try to intimidate you, but don’t worry, he’s a softie.”

“Ok.”

You couldn’t be sure he was paying attention, as his face was all but pressed against the window, soaking in the spectacular views. Even if you wanted to be mad, you really couldn’t blame him.

You stepped on the breaks as the road started dipping down a little. “My mom will be the most problematic. I swear sometimes she can read my mind. Whatever we do, it’ll be hard to convince her.”

“We’re going to be there in 18 minutes. Next time, a little more heads up please?”

“Sorry, sorry.” Your grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Just tell her that you take me to Vino in La Jolla and buy me flowers.”

“Is that what your ideal man would do?”

Would it be so bad if you just drove off the road? The steep mountainside looked more inviting by the second.

“Shut up.” You froze your gaze to the winding road. “I have a brother, his name is Tommy.”

“I know,” he said. “I think I’ve met him once – when he was in San Diego for spring break?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” you said. “Well, he and his girlfriend Georgia are high school sweethearts. They’re the perfect couple, and it makes me sick.”

Bradley chuckled. “Noted.”

“So first goal: be believable.”

He laid his hand on your thigh. “Done.”

“Good.” His hand was burning hot. The car swerved ever so slightly as you lost focus on the road for a moment. “Second goal: be a better couple than Tommy and Georgia.”

“Let’s not try to overshoot this. We’ve only been dating for 4 months.”

You laughed in spite of yourself. When you eventually found your real partner, and everyone gathered in Tahoe again for Tommy and Georgia’s wedding, or a wintery ski trip, or whatever comes next for your family, you’ll come clean. You’ll cling to your partner and tell everyone all about your good friend Bradley Bradshaw and how the two of you never really dated. Your grandparents’ anniversary will be a hazy memory, but everyone will remember the tall, good-looking naval aviator and his (totally out of season) Hawaiian shirts and giant mustache. There would be shock, but eventually it would be an inside joke for years to come. You just had to get through this weekend.

Too soon, you were pulling into the cabin’s long, steep driveway. The cabin itself jutted off of the mountainside, its tapered roof giving it a harsh look, though you swore when you were little it just made it look cozy and inviting. Its windows were like glassy eyes following the Prius.

You put the car in park and turned to Bradley.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Ready, babe.”

Before you could fully register the fact that he called you babe, the cabin’s front door slammed open, and your family bursted out to greet you and the mysterious man you’d arrived with.

The knot in your stomach tightened like a noose.

Read Part III here!

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Phan Fic Recs #3!!

here is the requested long fic list! these are all 100k+, not all of them are finished (i didn't put any on here that aren't actively updating tho) and all of them are SO good so i hope you enjoy :)

Silver Arrows To The Heart by @evermorepeyton (137k WIP)- this one is a duplicate from the other list but there might be a few on here, ignore that<3 anyway this fic is AMAZING!!! dan and phil formula 1 drivers au- they're both on Mercedes and lots of awesome teammates to lovers hijinks ensue<3 this one gets a special shoutout for having some fantastic female characters (who are dare i say just as intriguing as dnp themselves?) and also bc the author is a beautiful human who i love<3 a super fun fic and very in character for both of them (somehow lmao, you wouldnt expect it with racecar drivers but somehow it works so well)

dancing on the blades (you set my heart on fire) by kishere (123k)- imagine all the 2009 phan lore but if dan and phil were figure skaters. yep, it's a yuri on ice au where dan scores a spot in the famous Lester training gym and meets phil, who is one of the most well known figure skaters in england<3 fantastic fantastic fic, such perfect vibes and lots of great lester family cameos<3

Strictly Come Dancing but make it GAY! by @natigail (176k)- the final duplicate from the medium list<3 this fic is AMAZING!!!! this is the one that got me back into phanfic in general afterhaving not read any for about 6 years, it's a strictly come dancing au where phil is a hot pro dancer and dan is a celebrity/gay activist, and they accidentally become the first gay couple to compete in scd<3 FANTASTIC outfit and dance descriptions, i listened to all the songs while reading it and it was honestly so lovely i felt like i could see it so clearly<3 also- the lore references are AMAZING lol i felt like a pro every time i found a little easter egg. amazing fic, i HIGHLY recommend it<3

A Semester Abroad by @everything-is-as-it-was (162k WIP)- this one is really fun!! lots of domestic phouse vibes as it is about an american college student who gets stranded in England after a study abroad housing situation falls through and who gets accidentally taken in by these two random british guys with a REALLY weird house... sooo funny, it's really quite cute and i highly recommend giving it a read! I love outsider pov and this has an abundance of funny moments because dnp are Weird

Broke, Gay and New in Town by @natigail (347k)- do you want the softest, cutest, most magical and compelling story to ever exist??? literally look no further because right here is the dan and phil stardew valley au and it is SO CUTE!!! dan inherits a farm from his grandfather and decides to ditch his boring life to go and run it, and he has so many adventures along the way. oh yeah phil is there too and hes SO CUTE and they fall in love :3 seriously so cute, also you don't need stardew valley knowledge to enjoy this it is independently perfect (i have never played the game and actually learned what it was From this fic so ur good lol)

linger on by dizzy, waveydnp (184k)- this one is so so so sweet... non youtuber au where 33yo phil has been living with his parents, but when his dad dies his mom decides to sell the house and phil has to find somewhere new to live. so ofc he becomes roommates with some guy called dan, and ummm they fall in love? honestly they are SO perfect in this fic, i adore it<3 highly recommend

L'Histoire Française by danfanciesphil (105k)- suuuuper fun teachers au! phil is a history professor and dan is his TA. this fic is SO FUN!!!! genuinely adore it lol, it's one of the first phan fics i ever read and it has stayed with me forever<3

So Many Stars by transdimensional_void (152k)- another teachers au :) dnp meet when they both become english teachers at a school in japan and this is VERY cute <3

okay there's the list!! sorry this one is shorter than the others haha, there are too few long fics in the phandom :( but all of these are so so lovely and i hope you enjoy! lol some distractions may be needed during these trying times <3

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Festival Skipper

Sam x AFAB (neutral terms) reader

Because I'm a new Sam simp and realised you guys are STARVING

Word count: 5.7k

Content: Praise, softdom Sam, smutty hurt/comfort, and tbh a lot of goofing around because I doubt Sam would be super serious AKJSHD Also because I just never really liked dirty talking that much

I'll edit this post more and post this to A03 later... I'm going to eep, it's past my bedtime

Update: its up on A03! And if you wanted more immersion, heres the playlist I listened to while writing this AKAHSH

Shoutout to @loverboykirstein for letting me use your banner -7-;;

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Winters in the valley were always calm and slow. Quiet and beautiful, the villagers embraced the icy scenes while waiting for their home to come back to life. 

Calm, slow, quiet, and beautiful were all things that [y/n] had gotten used to over the past year of living on their grandfather’s old farm. A calm environment, a slower life, and quiet, beautiful surroundings had dissolved all of the ailments they lived with on a daily basis in Pine-Messa city. The hopelessness, the burn-out, the anxiety and insatiable exhaustion had been left in their Joja cubicle. 

But winter was different. This was an all-consuming, eerie kind of quiet. you had only started getting fully used to the brand new silence and slow living in the fall. You were far from ready to be plunged head-first into the abyss that is Pelican Town’s winters. There was genuinely nothing to do, and you couldn’t stand it. The Adventurer’s Guild has been your saving grace. It was something to keep you busy. But lately, you have been a bit too busy for comfort.

The usually cheery and social farmer had seemingly gone missing for a few days. The guild has given you a quest that they thought you were ready for, but you proved to be in over your head, even if you wouldn’t admit it. 150 slimes needed to be slain by the end of the week. Today was the last day, and you had only dealt with 90. Marlon was annoyed, and had given you a stern talk about the guild policy.

 “These slimes are breeding like rabbits!” He would hiss, “If they head upwards, guess what? The town is fucked, [y/n]. fucked!” His voice grit in the farmer’s skull like sandpaper. Your teeth grinded with rage over Marlon’s thoughtless blame. 

For the first time in days, you had plopped down on your living room couch and unlocked your phone. What seemed like hundreds of notifications flooded in. Missed texts from Abby, from Sam, even from Sebastian. Arching a brow, you scrolled down on the notification block to read more

Rock Eater

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Johnnie Gilbert’s lookalike

Where are you?

 I thought you would like the ice festival :(

Dog Boy

[Y/N]!!!

WHERE ARE YOU?? >_<

YOU NEED TO KICK WILLY’S ASS AT FISHING

PLEASE I MADE A BET WITH SEB I CAN’T LOSE

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“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. You had been so caught up in the slime bounty that you completely forgot one of the festivals. It sounded like a fun one, too. It was a tradition older than Pelican Town itself. The festival started as a ritual to ward off winter depression, but it was given the Christmas treatment and now centered around ice carving, fishing and shopping. Abigail even sent a picture of the Gotoran cart merchant’s pig in a little jacket.

With a heavy sigh, you tossed your phone to the other side of the couch and rubbed your face. you’d answer them later. Right now, the last thing you wanted was to explain why you were gone. So why not pretend to be gone for a few more hours? It’s already been days. 

Slumping down against the plush of the couch, [y/n] turned on the new TV you had just bought from Robin, a smart TV in limited stock. You knew you had to grab one while you could; Tech products like that were a bit of a rarity in the valley. They were hard to get unless you wanted to travel to the cities, or pay a ridiculous shipping fee. 

Curling up against the armrest with a blanket, your brain went on autopilot as a streaming service booted so you could watch a comfort show. With your head resting on the armrest like it was a pillow, you found your arms clutching over your torso. Usually a plushy would sit there, but you couldn’t be bothered to get up. You didn’t even notice your blinks slowly becoming longer, filled with tranquility, until…

knockknockknockknockknock

The heavy, yet gentle knocking had made you jump out of your skin. Your eyes darted around as your body tried to come back to life. Hesitantly, you let your legs leave the blanket.

Knockknockknockknock

“Just a sec-!” you called out whilst scurrying to your feet. Oh Yoba, please don’t be Lewis asking for bills or Pam asking for more homemade alcohol. 

You quickly tried to fix your clothes and hair as they walked over to the door. You needed to look somewhat presentable if you wanted to avoid excusing your disappearance. Upon opening the door, A heavy load flew off your shoulders; It was just Sam

“Oh thank fuck,” you huffed. your heart rate slowed and you let your head rest on his shoulder. 

Your friendship was odd. You two were close. Really close. Not to say you weren’t also close to Sebastian and Abby, but this was… different. You were touchy. Everyone but you two acknowledged the tension and hesitance. 

“Hey,” Sam whispered, lazily wrapping a heavy arm around you. . His skin was cold, chilled to the bone from the frigid night. “I left the festival early to check on you. I… haven’t heard from you in days, I was getting worried,”

“Sorry,” you whined, “It's been… rough,” you sighed. A breeze flew by, causing both of you to shudder. “Here, come in, maybe I’ll start something in the kettle,” you invited, Which Sam quickly obliged. 

“Really? That’d be awesome, thank you so much [y/n]! You got any more of that mint hot chocolate? It was sick!” He suggested, closing the door behind him with his foot

“I can do that,” you hummed, grabbing your kettle off the stove and filling it in the sink

A shiver ran through Sam’s bones as removed his snow boots, leaving them at the door and made his way to the couch while you were occupied with the drinks. While sitting down, he rubbed his hands together and sighed into them in a sad attempt to warm them, 

“Um… Where have you been again?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you returned and sat next to him. You paused and took a breath. Did you really want to open these flood gates?

“Marlon,” you finally grumbled, “Adventurer’s guild stuff. Slimes are breeding like crazy, which is odd because they usually don’t start until Spring. They’re starting to infest entire floors and rise closer to the surface. We’ll keep it under control but… Spring might be rough. I might need to cut back on my crop load” you vented. The release made you release tension in your face that you didn’t know you had., Sam’s smile contorted into a look of worry.

“Holy shit, dude. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted as you rubbed your face with open hands, as if attempting to scrub off the stress and sleep deprivation “Just,, hnnnggff,” You leaned forward, placing Your elbows on your own knees. “Marlon’s been on my ass, dude. Bad,”

“That’s not fair, he was at the festival earlier,”

“He was?” you snapped up with wide eyes

“Yeah! he cheered Willy on for the fishing competition,”

Suddenly, you felt your blood run hot, “That motherfucker,” you hissed. As if timed for this exact moment, the kettle began to whistle, and Sam had tried his best to keep his giggling quiet

In a swift motion, you stood from the couch and made your way over to the kitchen, “I’ll put arsenic in your drink,” you threatened as you opened the cupboard and grabbed two mugs along with the box of powdered drink mix. As grumpy as you were, his laughter was contagious. You needed to bite the inside of your cheek and clench your jaw to avoid giggling with him

“Aww, come ooon. You know you love me,” Sam teased. you rolled your eyes, ignoring the fact he was kind of right

“Please,” you giggled. After a few noises from the kitchen, you returned with two steaming mugs in hand and placed them on the coffee table. you plopped down beside your best friend, a heavy, slow sigh leaving your lips, “That mother fucker… was he seriously there?”

Sam tilted his head and hummed a curt “Hm?” 

“Marlon,” you whined. You shifted in your spot, then leaned your head on his shoulder. Sam’s eyes darted down at you. He had to admit, he felt a bit of pity for you. How could he not?. With a slow breath, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and nodded

“Yeah. He was. … Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just… ugh, forget it,”you grumbled. You snuggled into your friend’s body, wanting to hide from the rest of the world with him. His jacket had just been washed, but the smell of weed still lingered under the faint scent of detergent. Domesticity was something that you had to admit you craved. It’s been a long time since you loved someone, and out of everyone in the small town, Sam may be your best candidate. You tilted your head up once you decided to stop hiding. Your gaze met his own for just a second before he anxiously looked away. A smirk tugged at your lips. You had to admit, his coyness was cute.

“I really missed you, y’know,” you commented. You kept your head down, but looked up through your eyelashes, a calculated puppy-eye to test the waters. Sam looked back down to you. A small smile joined the pink blush on his face

“Really? I mean, I uh, I really missed you, too,  [y/n]. I… I really did,” He stammered out with an embarrassed grin. Yoba, he was adorable. you snuggled closer, letting your hand rest on his thigh

“I like,, really missed you, Sammy

Sam’s eyes slowly widened as he started to realize what you were implying, “... Did you?” He whispered back, turning his body to face yours more, “...It really was quiet around here without you,”

Then there was silence. His wide, sweet blue eyes met yours, but you were focused on his lips. A precious mauve pink, complemented by the silver hoop filling his single lip piercing. The flesh looked smooth and soft, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had done that on purpose, in hopes you would kiss him one day. A slow blink adjusted your gaze to meet Sam’s eyes.

As if someone had told both of you that now was the moment, both of you leaned in. When your lips met, Sam’s hand moved to cup your cheek, just to feel a bit closer to you as his lips tingled from the contact.

Despite it being brief, the two of them had pulled away from the kiss with beaming grins and flushed faces. 

“... wow,” Sam whispered through shy giggles. How could you not share his laughter? He was so cute. If he had a tail, your drinks would be all over the floor and the mugs would be broken. His pretty eyes seemed to glisten in the light from the television and crackling fireplace, it being the only light in the whole cabin.

With a bright red face, Sam fidgeted with his hands, unsure of what to do next, let alone what he was allowed to do. He was terrified to overstep a boundary and ruin this moment, the kind he would dream of at night and wake up from in a wet spot. 

“Here Sammy, come here,” you whispered, placing your hands on top of his to guide him. his hands landed on your collarbone. You led him downwards, and directed his hands to cup your breasts. His eyes widened and his lips parted, making you giggle in a whisper

“Sam… are you… inexperienced?” you asked, trying to phrase it lightly. Sam swallowed, but seemed mesmerized by the warm, clothed flesh in his hands. He shook his head,

“Not exactly… just… It’s been a while. A long while, And I really like you,” he whispered. His eyes didn’t even twitch off of your body as his hands began to grope. Before you could question him, his eyes finally darted to your face. “Uh,, can I… is it okay if I keep touching you? I.. I want to explore a little bit," he asked. The sentence making its way past his lips was enough to feel himself swell into his jeans, the fit quickly becoming snug on him. With a smug grin, you nodded.

Sam leaned down, pushing you down into the couch. His irises seemed to tremble along with his hands as he took in the view beneath him. He couldn’t help but admire his beloved friend. You were prettier to him than anything his imagination could ever build. His fingertips snuck under your shirt, just to explore the body beneath it. A shiver ran up your spine from the contact, feeling the sensation get stronger and sweeter as his calloused pads ran upwards, then back down and towards the front, running down your ribcage and pausing at the belly button.

 Even though the sight and sensation was blissful, you continued to worry. You continued to worry about the trouble you may be in with the guild. Then you remembered the fun Marlon must’ve had at the festival you unwillingly missed… the fun he stole from you.

A stuttering hum crept up from your throat as Sam’s hands trailed down to your hips. Feeling his thumbs gently trace your hip bones, you gazed down at him 

“Sam?” 

Sam’s hand’s paused and his eyes flickered back up to meet yours.

 “Yeah?” He asked. 

There was silence again. Well, now you had to admit, you were a little embarrassed. But you already had his attention. Your stomach churned and you looked over at the wall to break eye contact.

“... Was he having fun?”

“... huh?”

“Nevermind, nevermind,” you stammered out. Sam sat up a bit,

“[y/n], if you don’t want to this this, I totally–”

“No!” you nearly shouted, making Sam jump, “Sorry,, I… I really want you. Please. Let's keep going,”

“Okay… okay,” Sam mumbled with a nod. 

He lowered his body again, letting his chest land on yours. He planted a kiss on your cheek, then another. He was so sweet…

He let his peppered kisses travel down, to your jaw, then to the side of your neck. His gentle, warm hand landed on your cheek again, and you let yours trail upward on his temple, your fingers tangling his hair

“I just…” You sighed out, staring at the ceiling. Sam stopped what he was doing and lifted his head again. You could’ve sworn a whine left his lips. He stared at you, like a dog waiting for a treat.

“I can’t believe he would do that and not tell me, he stressed me the fuck out all damn week-”

“[Y/N], are you sure you don’t want to pause and talk about this? Because I’m totally cool-”

“No, no, I’m sorry, please keep kissing me,”

Sam hesitated for a moment, but just shook his head and sighed, admitting defeat (and slight disbelief) with a raise of his eyebrows. His shy hands wandered back under the hem of your shirt, and his soft lips landed back on your neck, trailing towards your shoulder. His hands wandered up, his touch lingering on your rib cage until his hands landed on your bare breasts. A perverted smile tugged at his lips as he massaged at them and let his palms flatten against your nipples. A hum rose from our throat, you had to admit it felt good. Especially since it was him. Your hand ran through his hair, yet you continued to stare at the ceiling. You wanted to be immersed so badly, to surrender, but for some reason, you couldn’t make the leap…

“Y’know, I don't think I’d even be so bothered if h—”

“Alright,” Sam interrupted. In a fit of becoming a bit annoyed, he clasped his hand over your mouth and leaned over you. Your eyes grew wide and you quickly shut up. His head leaned down next to yours, his warm breath petting your earlobe, 

“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” 

He adjusted himself so that his weight was supported by his elbows and he raised his other hand: a clenched fist with his pinky finger up.

“Pinky promise me this is what you want. No feeling bad, no “sure why not”. You want this. You want me, truly,”

You were a bit stunned. This was almost uncharacteristic of him. But you had to admit, you kind of liked it. Though without hesitation, you lifted your hand and interlocked your finger with his.

“Okay, good,” He removed his hand from your mouth, using it instead to brush his knuckles against your cheek, “I’m gonna try something, okay? Nod if that’s okay,”

Your cheeks heated up, and you quickly nodded.

“Okay, perfect, awesome,” Sam mumbled to himself. His hand began to trace down your waist again, slowly. “I need you to stop talking for me, okay?” He whispered in your ear before kissing your temple. His finger trailed your hip bone, threatening to dip under your waistband. “I need you to clear your mind, as best you can. I need you to release that tension in your jaw,” 

Slowly, his finger dipped under your waistband, simply caressing the skin underneath,

“And I need you to surrender yourself, and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me?”

His voice was soothing and loving, gentle and coy. But his words, they were so, so hot. His breath was hot, running down your neck. it made your crotch begin to throb. It made your breathing quicken with anticipation.

“Mhm…” You hummed with a nod, your voice faltering under the situation.

“Good, good,” 

His hand crawled even lower, until it met your lower lips. Despite being excited, he kept it slow. Carefully, he slipped one finger into your lips, then a second one, and spread them apart. 

“You’re… wow… you’re really wet,” He whispered, mostly to himself with wide blue eyes. His fingers explored the new territory a bit, grazing on the labia until his fingertip found itself on your clit. 

Your body spasmed, and a slightly startled gasp left your lips. His teasing drove you mad.

“I know, honey, I know. It’s okay,," He whispered, tilting his head downwards until his breath caressed the shell of your ear. "That’s an outside problem. It’s just you and me in here, baby, Okay?" His whispers echoed within your foggy head, and he began to press loving kisses onto your cheek again. 

He rubbed the thick, calloused pad of his finger over your clit, rubbing back and forth at a painfully slow pace, “Just like that. Good. ... You’re doing so good, sweetpea,” It left his soft lips in a delicate whisper, as if it was a secret for you and you alone.

 You reeled your head towards his. A helpless whine passed your lips and your back arched, revealing just how pent up you let yourself become over these past few weeks. It was a manifestation of how many times you pushed down your feelings for your beloved skater boy. 

He kept it going for a little, letting your body warm up while lewd whimpers and hums echoed into his ear. Such a sweet noise for him, one that made him rock his hips into the couch cushions with a groan 

“You’re so cute, you know that? Especially like this,’ He teased, 

The graceful movements of his hand slowed, leaving you to pout. Though your attitude switched up quickly once you realized he stopped so he could take his shirt off. You sat up, a new wave of excitement rushing over you.

“Lets go to my room,” You suggested in a hushed voice, as if anyone else was around to hear you aside from your pet. Sam dropped his shirt to the floor and smiled, the chain around his neck with his father’s old dog tag jingling as he moved

“Sounds good,” He agreed, “wait, we should try that thing they do in movies, y’know, where they’re trying to kiss and remove their clothes at the same time while going to the bedroom. It’ looks kind of fun”

Ah,There was the idiot Sam you knew and loved.

You couldn’t help but laugh and nod, “Okay, let's try it,”

Sam had become a bit shy again, “Wait, time out,” He muttered before he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting the bulge in his navy blue cotton underwear a bit more free, “Sorry, it got tight, It kind of hurt, time in,”

You snorted and covered your mouth with your hand, giving into your fit of giggling,

“What? It did!” Sam tried to defend, before the giggling overcame him too, “I’m sorry dude, I’m just, absolutely packing, y'know? I can’t keep my foot-long contained in these skinny jeans, he’s gotta breathe,” He joked between gasps and laughter, making the both of you erupt

“Okay, okay,” you said in an attempt to calm the situation, “Okay, come here and kiss me pretty boy,” You flirted, making a ‘come closer’ motion with your hand. He obliged and pressed his body to yours, taking your jaw in his hands and letting your lips collide. 

Both of your lips parted, deepening your kiss and allowing the tips of your tongues to meet each other. His hands wandered to the hem of your shirt again, this time pulling it up,

“C’mon, let's try to move a bit,” Sam suggested, shifting backwards while you shifted forward,

“Left Left, right left,, I don’t know my right from left,” Sam softly sung while pulling your shirt over your head, making you giggle more,

“What was that?” You asked,

“A military marching cadence my dad taught me when I was a kid. I just remembered it because this is… a lot harder than they make it look in the movies,” he rambled, the two of you giggled together again. With a grin, sam dropped your shirt to the floor and pecked you on the lips, 

“Maybe I’ll teach you the whole chant later,” He placed his hands on your bare waist, and turned so he could gently push you against your living room wall, “I’m a little busy right now,” 

“It’s a date,” You agreed with a rasp in your voice. You tilted your head to the side, letting Sam begin to nibble at your neck, this time with more intention than his gentle kisses. One hand found its way back to your face, the other found its way back to your breasts to continue his soft squeezing and massaging. He let his teeth sink into your skin, over your collarbone and shoulder. He kissed the bite marks he left, and carefully sucked some, leaving bruises, hickies, and your whimpers in his wake. 

“Sam…” You whined, “Mm,, You’re driving me crazy,,”

“Yeah?” He hummed, leaving one final kiss on your neck, “Come on,” He took your hand in his. His pretty eyes flicked at yours, and he placed a kiss on the back of your hand with a grin before pulling you back towards your room.

Your body collapsed into your mattress as Sam kneeled on the floor beside your bed frame. He began to work his way down, placing kisses between your breasts and down your abdomen. His hands took a firm grip of your hips. With a bit of a haste, he pulled down your pants and took a moment to admire you, your almost naked body with nothing but underwear. A big smile cracked his face

You looked down at him, feeling a little nervous,

“Is everything alright…?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” He assured, his eyes seeming to glow, “I’m just… You’re so pretty,” he whispered. He gazed up at you, his eyes meeting yours as he attempted something new; He grabbed the hem of your underwear in his teeth, and slowly dragged it down your legs.

Yoba… you could feel your hole start throbbing.

‘Heh,, learned that one from a comic Seb showed me,” he admitted a bit bashfully. You put your hand over your mouth to hide your smile and turned your head. Of course he would say that.

He took a second to admire you yet again, but the sight in front of him teased him beyond just gazing,,

He dragged his fingertips up your labia again, stopping once he reached your clit and flicking his eyes up so he can watch you squirm

“Where did we leave off?” He teased, “Something like this… right?” 

He continued his back and forth motion, regaining his confidence as he watched your face contort and heard your restrained moans. He let his pace quicken, and let his other hand begin to tease your hole with another fingertip. 

“Sammy…” You whimpered. Your walls throbbed and clenched around nothing, waiting very impatiently for him to make his move.

“Patience, honey… patience,” He cooed, letting his finger run a small circle over the rim before sinking in. You let out a groan and tilted your head back. Once pushing in to the second knuckle, he began to pull out, push in and pull out, then added a second finger. He leaned his body closer, keeping the pumps of his hand slow and methodical. You gripped at the blanket beneath you and let a small moan pass your lips. He was doing it on purpose

“Sammy… come on…” You whimpered, rocking your hips against his hand. He obliged, allowing his fingers to sink deeper and faster, an upward curl joining the routine as he leaned even closer. He moved his other hand away from your clit, and instead replaced it with his tongue. Soft, shy flicks of the tip of his tongue joined the rhythm of his hand. His masterpiece, and the finishing touch to his symphony was the moaning and mewling that left your chest. 

“Fuck-!” you cried out. Your knees began to tremble around his body, your nails scratched into your forearms and your hips rocked. In a fit of needing something to hold onto, your hands quickly switched to holding his shoulders.

Sam picked up his pace again, the tips of his fingers rubbing your walls and his head bobbing a bit for more movement. The velvety feeling grew stronger and stronger. You dug your nails into his skin, making him groan into your crotch, his voice reverberating into your core. 

“Ugh,, Sam! I’m so… I’m…!” You tried to whine, but the sweet sensation he provided made it hard to speak.

“I know, I know,” He hummed, “Give in, it’s okay,”

You threw your head back, a howl escaping your chest while your thighs vibrated. Your hole spasmed around his fingers as liquid arousal dripped around them, and your clit twitched in his mouth. 

“Fuck! Sammy-!” you whined, followed by one more long groan. He slowed down, helping you ride out the high of your first orgasm in weeks. 

Your body went limp and he leaned back. He extracted his fingers, and noticed how hot his face was. His skin was bright red, his eyes were puffy. And he was ecstatic. 

He crawled up into your bed with you, immediately kissing your face like a puppy,

“That was perfect. Beautiful,” He praised, “You did so good, so good,” He laid on his side, gazing at you while you continued to come down and catch your breath. You turned your head to face him, and a smile tugged at your lips. 

“...Round two?” you asked. Sam’s attention piqued. 

“Really? I figured I would give you an extra minute,” He commented. Not that he was complaining though. He stood up, and his knees cracked from kneeling on the hardwood floor

“Ow, holy shit!” He yelped, more so in shock than in pain. Even after having one of the roughest orgasms of your life, he made you giggle.

“You okay, honey?” you asked through deep breaths and giggles,

“Yeah, holy shit,”

He pulled down the waistband of his undone, sagging jeans. Seeing that your eyes were still on him, he decided to raise his hands beside his head and wiggle his hips in a hula hoop motion, earning a laugh from the both of you. You turned onto your side, watching as he kicked off his jeans and pinched the waistband of his briefs.

He pulled them down, and your eyes nearly popped out of your skull. It wasn’t the foot-long he pretended to have, but at first glance he could’ve maybe had you convinced. What bounced out proved Abby’s speculation of him being well hung. He was thick, and blushed dark red with arousal. 

You crawled back towards your pillows, and he joined you on your bed. 

He leaned over you again, the dog tag around his neck hanging down and laying against the skin of your chest. 

Your legs opened around his hips, and you bit your lip with anticipation. The tip of his penis rubbed on your wet slit, making him puff up his cheeks a bit. He was already so worked up, but didn’t want this to end so fast. He flicked his eyes to yours, and stabled himself on his elbows so his hands could touch your face.

“Don’t worry. I promise I’ll be gentle,” He whispered, “You ready?”

You nodded, and he adjusted his body so he could line up with you and grab your shoulders. He paused for a second, then began to slowly push in. 

both of you gasped. There was a slight, sweet sting with the stretch as he tried his best to keep moving so he could keep the friction going. As you encapsulated him, a groan left his throat. 

“Shit,” He whined, “You’re fucking great, [Y/N]” he mustered out, giving you a rush as he began to pull out, then push back in and begin a steady pace, or at least attempt to. It took everything for him to not fuck the shit out of you, but he knew he could never. You were too precious to him, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. 

Your arms hooked under his and you let out a groan. You felt him rocking through your whole body, filling the room with a squelching noise, heavy breathing and the quiet creaks of your bed,

“More?” He asked with a bit of a strain, almost as if he was begging, 

“Please,” You huffed. He picked up his pace, allowing himself to go deeper. In and out, in and out, his tip began to rub against the rough spot inside you, shooting electric pulses through your body. 

“Hnn-! Sam!” you yelped, making his body heat up. “Good,, So good!” You let out, a sad attempt to mimic his praises and sweet nothings that got you so riled up in the first place.

 With a guttural groan, he adjusted himself, attempting to get a better angle and speeding up again. The creaking of your bed gradually turned into a rocking. The heavy breathing gradually turned into a song of pleasure and bliss. The squelching turned into an arrangement of continuous wet friction. 

Your back arched as his tip began to kiss your cervix and massage your favorite spot. Your head reeled back against your pillow as Sam’s tilted down, watching you squirm and writhe worked him up more and more. 

“[Y/N]... I’m… getting really close, [Y/N]” he whimpered, 

“I am too, Sammy,” You mewled. You reached down through what little space there was between the two of you and began to rub on your own clit. It only took a few rubs for your body to spasm and for you to yowl.

You began to see stars as your hole throbbed and convulsed around Sam, turning his thrusts sloppy and rough. It pushed him to the edge as well.

 He whined and moaned out, grabbing tightly onto your upper arms so he could rock himself through his orgasm. Ropes and pearls of hot semen shot out from him into you. 

He slowed down into a stop, this time leaving both of you panting. With a tired groan, he pulled out and let his body ragdoll beside yours. 

“Are you okay, sweetpea?” he asked through heavy breaths. You turned over to face him and nodded,

“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m alright,” you assured, leaning into his touch while he pushed strands of hair out of your face. 

The two of you gazed at each other, taking the other’s fucked-out looks; face red, hair a wreck, eyes glimmering. 

“You did so good, honey,” You hummed, attempting once again to mimic his praises. You planted kisses over his face, making him grin and chuckle with what little energy he had left,

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling you into his arms so he could snuggle his head into your shoulder. 

“...What are you going to tell your mom?” you asked, using your knuckles to pet his hair,

“I’m sure she’ll understand. She knew I was leaving early to see you. … I’ll probably sleep over though, I really don’t want to deal with that right now. Ugh, I’m so lucky she and my dad like you.”

A smile spread on your face as you allowed yourself to reciprocate his snuggling. Though Sam spoke up again,

“... What are you gonna do about Marlon?”

[chaossensitive]

3287, December 25 Space Colony Ark

Blip... Blip... Blip...

Crimson eyes slowly cracked open, ears flicking at the steady beep nearby. The groggy feeling gave way to a momentary panic as he looked up at the white ceiling of the medical bay.

"Sonic!" As quickly as he sat up, he regretted it. Pain blossomed in his abdomen. One hand came to rest on stained bandages, covered by another soon after.

Bandaged fingers. Tan fingers...

"Easy Shads... You're fine." Their eyes met as Shadow's head snapped to the sound of the familiar voice.

So many questions...

"I... brought us here... When I came t'... Y-Ya were pretty badly hurt..." The hero pulled his hand away, eyes casting to the side as he sat back on the chair beside the bed. "I did what I could... I.. I thought your healin' woulda kicked in... B-but it didn't... I... didn't..."

Shadow took stock of their surroundings. The splatters of green blood decorating the floor leading to the bed. The dropped rolls of guaze. The cauterizing tool...

"Sonic..." His voice was soft, turning back to the hedgehog fiddling with his bandaged fingers. Carefully he reached out to take a hand in his own. "Thank you."

Emerald eyes lifted, meeting the soft crimson. Shadow gave a light squeeze to the hand in his own before lifting it to a cheek. The pad of his thumb gently wiped the gathering tear before it could fall. "Sonic. I'll be okay. I'll heal. I'm just glad you're safe."

With only a bit of coaxing, Sonic followed the hand, drawing him closer. His eyes closed as their foreheads pressed together. "Shadow..."

"It's okay... We're okay."

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FATTENING UP TWIN

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-Part 1-

Finn and Liam had always been inseparable. They were twenty-three, twin brothers who shared everything—from video games to late-night snacks, even down to their thoughts and dreams. Their lives were intertwined in the most comfortable way imaginable. Whether it was running errands, binge-watching shows, or simply chatting for hours, they did it all together.

One evening, while they were lounging on their couch, playing a new video game, Liam said something that caught Finn off guard.

"I want to get fat," Liam said, his voice serious but with a hint of a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

Finn paused the game, turning to look at his brother. "What? You want to get fat?"

Liam nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and mischief. "Yeah, I want to eat more, get bigger, and just... stop caring. I’m going to post about it on Instagram. Document the journey, you know? People are gonna love it."

At first, Finn didn't know what to say. He’d never imagined his brother would want to change like this. But before long, Finn found himself intrigued by the idea. After all, they’d always done everything together—why not this too?

Without hesitation, Finn decided to help. They began a new routine, one that involved consuming an endless amount of junk food. The house was soon filled with candy wrappers, empty pizza boxes, and soda cans. Liam’s belly started to grow slowly at first, but as days passed, it became clear that his plan was working.

Liam, with Finn at his side, would post daily updates on Instagram. “Another pizza night!” he would caption, or “Candy overload for the belly!” Finn would always be there, behind the camera, snapping photos of his brother stuffing his face with ice cream, chips, and chocolates. Liam’s transformation was slow at first but undeniable—his stomach pushed out farther and farther, his face rounding out as well.

"You're looking good, man," Finn would say, his voice filled with admiration. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to feed Liam, always pushing him further. "Just a little more... you're doing great!"

As Liam’s body grew larger, their lives seemed to shift in strange, subtle ways. Where once they had been two sides of the same coin—identical in every way—Liam began to look different. His once-toned body was replaced by a rounder, softer figure, while Finn remained unchanged, slender and energetic. They stood together in front of the mirror, and Liam’s massive belly filled the reflection.

He looked at himself, his hands resting on his stomach, and chuckled. "I still don’t think I’m fat enough."

Finn grinned, walking up behind him. He placed his hands on Liam’s belly, feeling the softness and the weight. “I know,” he said with pride. “But we’re getting there. You’re doing great.”

Finn snapped another picture in the mirror, the twins standing side by side—one looking like a growing ball of indulgence, the other still lean but just as committed to this strange journey. Liam's identity was slowly changing, but Finn remained by his side, more than happy to keep pushing him further into the world he had chosen.

Together, they were on a new adventure—one that no one else would understand, but that felt right in the odd, comforting way they had always lived their lives. No matter how different they looked now, they still felt like two halves of the same whole.

-Part 2-

In the weeks that followed, Liam’s transformation became more dramatic. His belly grew at an astonishing rate, pushing outward as his clothes stretched tight. Each day, Finn was there, taking photos and videos, documenting the journey for Liam’s Instagram followers. It was a ritual now—wake up, eat, and then eat some more.

Breakfast had become a towering pile of pancakes, drenched in syrup and butter, followed by bags of chips, cookies, and whatever other indulgent snack they could find. Finn would place the food in front of Liam with a proud smile, pushing his brother to eat more and more. "C'mon, just a little bit more," Finn would urge, watching eagerly as Liam scooped another handful of candy into his mouth or took another bite of greasy pizza.

Liam had stopped worrying about his health, stopped caring about the consequences. He was too caught up in the excitement of watching his body change in real-time, and Finn, always by his side, seemed more than happy to keep feeding him. Every day, Liam’s belly got rounder, firmer, and more massive. His cheeks were fuller, and his body seemed to be transforming into something almost unrecognizable, but Finn was there for every step of the way.

One evening, after an extra-large takeout order of burgers and fries, Finn caught a new video of Liam devouring a mountain of food, his face shining with satisfaction. “Look at you, man,” Finn said, as he zoomed in on the camera. “You’re looking incredible. Just a little more and you'll be massive."

Liam grinned, his stomach distending even further. "I can't believe how big I’m getting," he said, rubbing his hand over his belly, feeling the sheer weight of it. He felt heavier than ever, but there was a strange sense of pride in the size he’d gained. "You’re doing a good job, Finn. This journey is amazing."

Finn couldn't contain his excitement. He had always been the one to keep pushing Liam, and now he was watching as his brother’s body became a living testament to their bizarre mission. Finn grabbed the camera and took a quick video, catching the moment in real-time as Liam struggled to finish an entire pizza by himself.

“You look incredible,” Finn said, as he captured Liam’s effort on tape. “No one’s ever seen anything like this before.”

It was only a matter of time before Liam’s Instagram began gaining thousands of followers, curious to see how far he would go, how much bigger he could get. The comments flooded in, with some praising him and others calling him insane, but Liam didn’t care. He loved the attention, the validation, and the fact that he was on this journey with Finn.

Days blurred together in a haze of junk food and indulgence. The twins were a sight to behold. Finn, still lean and energetic, continued to fuel Liam’s obsession, encouraging him to eat more whenever he could. Whether it was donuts, ice cream sundaes, or fast food binges, Finn was always right there, capturing every moment, every bite.

Liam’s belly was no longer just round—it was massive, spilling over his waistband. His arms and legs had grown soft, and his face had filled out, his double chin now a permanent fixture. But despite the drastic changes, Finn was still beside him, as dedicated as ever.

The twins stood in front of the mirror one more time, and Finn snapped another picture. Liam’s belly was so large now that it seemed to block out everything else in the reflection. The two of them—so different, yet so connected—looked at their reflections in silence.

“Think we’re done?” Liam asked, rubbing his swollen belly.

Finn shook his head with a grin. “Not yet. You’re still not big enough.”

And so, the journey continued—Liam’s body growing larger with every passing day, Finn fueling the fire, taking photos and videos, pushing his brother to eat more, get bigger. No one could quite understand their bond, but in their world, it didn’t matter. They were still the same in their hearts, united in their strange journey, and nothing would stop them from seeing it through to the end.

-Part 3-

As Liam grew larger, the differences between the twins became impossible to ignore. Whenever they went out together, all eyes seemed to land on them. Finn, lean and energetic as ever, walked confidently beside his brother, who now moved slower, his massive belly swaying with every step. Liam’s oversized clothes, stretched tightly over his ever-growing body, left no doubt that he was embracing his transformation fully.

At the grocery store, the twins would load up their cart with bags of chips, frozen pizzas, gallons of soda, and every indulgent snack they could find. It wasn’t long before people began whispering as they passed.

“Are they… twins?” someone would murmur, their eyes darting between the slender, athletic Finn and the massive, lumbering Liam.

Finn, always the more outgoing of the two, loved these moments. “Yeah, we’re twins,” he would say with a wide grin, watching as people’s jaws dropped. “Can you believe it?”

The reactions were always priceless—shocked stares, hushed whispers, even outright disbelief. “No way!” someone once exclaimed. “You two don’t even look related anymore!”

But Finn would just laugh, patting Liam on the shoulder—or, more often, his massive belly. “Oh, we’re definitely twins. We’ve just taken… different paths.” Liam would chuckle too, not the least bit bothered by the attention. If anything, he thrived on it.

Liam’s Instagram had exploded in popularity. His journey to becoming “the biggest twin” had captured the curiosity of thousands of followers. People from all over the world left comments on his posts, some cheering him on, others expressing concern or disbelief. But neither Liam nor Finn cared. This was their journey, and they weren’t stopping for anyone.

Out in public, the contrast between the twins became a spectacle. People would openly stare as the two walked side by side—one lean and lively, the other massive and deliberate. Finn would often tease Liam, grabbing his belly and giving it a playful jiggle. “Look at this,” he’d say with a laugh, “I can’t believe how big you’re getting.”

Liam would laugh along, his face red but not from embarrassment—just from the sheer effort of walking with his enormous frame. “And we’re not even close to done,” he’d reply, his voice full of determination.

At restaurants, the twins became local celebrities. Finn would place massive orders for Liam, piling the table high with burgers, fries, milkshakes, and desserts. Other diners would watch in awe as Liam devoured everything in front of him, while Finn documented the feast on his phone, snapping pictures and recording videos.

One day, while they were sitting at their favorite diner, a curious older couple approached their table. “Excuse us,” the woman said hesitantly, “but… are you two really twins?”

Finn smiled proudly. “That’s right. Born just a few minutes apart.”

The couple looked between them, their eyes wide with disbelief. “But… how? You’re so different!”

Finn grinned, leaning back in his chair. “We’ve just got different goals. Liam here is working on being the biggest version of himself, and I’m helping him get there.”

Liam gave a satisfied pat to his massive belly, which rested heavily on his lap. “And I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

As the couple walked away, shaking their heads in amazement, Finn turned to Liam with a mischievous smile. “They couldn’t believe it. You’re becoming a legend, you know that?”

Liam laughed, reaching for another handful of fries. “Let them stare. This is who I am now, and I’m loving it.”

The world might not have understood the bond between the twins, but Finn and Liam didn’t care. They were doing this together, as they always had. And as Liam continued to grow bigger and Finn kept pushing him further, one thing was clear: this journey was far from over.

-Part 4-

Liam’s transformation had become nothing short of astonishing. His belly had grown into a massive dome, stretching out in front of him like a testament to his indulgence. His arms were thick and soft, his thighs rubbed together when he walked, and his cheeks had become so round that his face looked completely different from the Liam of just months ago. Yet he showed no sign of slowing down. If anything, he was growing faster than ever.

Finn, ever the playful and supportive twin, had discovered a secret weapon: teasing. He had always been the more energetic of the two, and now he used his sharp wit and humor to motivate Liam to keep going. The more Finn teased, the more Liam seemed to eat, as if he were fueled by the challenge.

“Man, look at you,” Finn said one evening, poking Liam’s belly as they sat on the couch surrounded by empty pizza boxes and candy wrappers. “You’re basically a human beanbag chair at this point.”

Liam let out a laugh, his belly jiggling with the movement. “And whose fault is that, huh? You keep bringing me all this food!”

Finn smirked, grabbing a bag of chips and tossing it onto Liam’s lap. “Oh, don’t blame me. You’re the one who can’t say no. Besides, I think you’ve got room for one more snack.”

Without hesitation, Liam tore open the bag and started munching. Finn leaned back, watching with amusement as his brother made quick work of the chips. “I swear, Liam, at this rate, you’re gonna need a whole couch just for yourself.”

“Good,” Liam said between bites, his voice muffled by the food. “Then you’ll have to sit on the floor while I relax.”

Finn laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, right. Like you’re ever getting up from this couch once you sink into it.”

The teasing had become a regular part of their routine. Whenever Liam struggled to squeeze into his chair at the kitchen table, Finn would grin and say, “You sure that chair’s gonna survive tonight?” If Liam’s shirt rode up, exposing his massive belly, Finn would playfully tug it down, only for it to slide back up seconds later. “Man, I think we’re gonna need custom-made clothes for you soon,” he’d say with a chuckle.

And Liam loved every second of it. The teasing wasn’t mean-spirited—it was their way of staying connected, of keeping things lighthearted as Liam continued his journey. In fact, the more Finn teased, the more determined Liam became to keep going. It was almost as if he wanted to prove Finn wrong, to show him just how far he could push his limits.

One afternoon, the twins stood in front of the mirror again, something they hadn’t done in a while. Finn snapped a picture, as usual, but even he seemed momentarily taken aback by how much bigger Liam had gotten.

“Holy—Liam, look at you,” Finn said, reaching out to grab a handful of his brother’s belly. “I can’t even get my hands around this thing anymore!”

Liam grinned, clearly proud of his progress. “Yeah? Think I’m done yet?”

Finn smirked, shaking his head. “Not even close. I mean, you’re big, but you’re not *that* big.”

The playful challenge lit a spark in Liam’s eyes. “Oh, I’ll show you big,” he said, his voice full of determination.

From that moment on, it was like Liam’s growth hit a new gear. Finn upped the ante, bringing home even more food and creating outrageous challenges for his brother. “Alright, tonight it’s a triple burger stack with fries *and* a milkshake. Think you can handle it?” Finn would ask, and Liam would always rise to the occasion.

The Instagram posts became even more popular, with fans marveling at Liam’s rapid transformation. “You’re unstoppable,” one comment read. Another said, “Can’t wait to see how much bigger you’ll get!”

But for Liam and Finn, this wasn’t just about the followers or the attention. It was about their unique bond as brothers. Finn’s playful teasing kept Liam motivated, and Liam’s unwavering determination inspired Finn to keep pushing him further. They were in this together, as they had been with everything else in their lives.

As Liam grew larger with each passing day, Finn couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his brother. “You’re a giant now, man,” he said one evening, as they sat side by side on the couch. “But you know what? I think you can still go bigger.”

Liam smirked, grabbing a candy bar from the table. “Oh, I plan to.”

-Part 5-

Liam’s transformation had reached a new level. His once-active body had grown so massive that even the simplest movements now left him winded. Walking from the couch to the kitchen was no longer an option; instead, Finn took over, bringing everything Liam needed directly to him. The couch had become Liam’s entire world—a throne of indulgence where he spent his days surrounded by snacks, fast food, and a haze of weed smoke.

The TV flickered in front of him, endlessly playing his favorite shows and movies. Liam barely moved anymore, his enormous body sunk deep into the cushions. His belly now spilled over his lap completely, reaching his knees, and his arms were so thick that they rested heavily on the armrests, the slightest movement an effort. Yet despite his increasingly sluggish state, Liam loved every second of it.

Finn, ever the devoted twin, had taken on the role of Liam’s enabler with a fervor that bordered on obsession. He had always been the one to push Liam further, but now his efforts had become almost aggressive. Finn wasn’t just feeding Liam anymore; he was actively engineering his brother’s dangerous growth.

“Alright, big guy,” Finn said one evening, carrying a tray loaded with burgers, fries, milkshakes, and a family-sized tub of ice cream. “I got your favorites, and you’re finishing every bite.”

Liam, slouched deep into the couch, grinned lazily, his eyes half-lidded from the weed he’d been smoking. “You’re spoiling me, bro,” he said, his voice slow and heavy, much like his body.

Finn set the tray down on the table in front of Liam, then grabbed the first burger and handed it to him. “Spoiling you? Nah, this is just the beginning. We’re not stopping until you’re the biggest man alive.”

Liam chuckled, his belly jiggling with the movement. “You’re crazy,” he said, but there was no mistaking the excitement in his voice. He loved the attention, the constant feeding, and the feeling of his body growing heavier and softer every day.

Finn leaned in, his eyes gleaming with determination. “I mean it, Liam. You’re gonna be huge. Bigger than anyone’s ever seen. And I’m gonna make sure of it.”

Liam took a bite of the burger, the grease dripping onto his chin, and nodded. “Good,” he said between mouthfuls. “Because I’m not stopping either.”

From that moment, Finn’s efforts became relentless. He wasn’t just bringing Liam food—he was creating massive feasts designed to push his brother to his limits. Triple-layered pizzas, entire buckets of fried chicken, and absurdly oversized desserts became the norm. Finn would sit beside Liam, encouraging him with every bite, his words dripping with both teasing and praise.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” Finn would say, handing Liam yet another milkshake. “Don’t tell me you’re full already.”

Liam would groan, his belly so full it looked like it might burst, but he’d always push himself to keep going. “I’m not full,” he’d say, his voice strained. “Not yet.”

Finn’s aggressive encouragement only seemed to fuel Liam’s obsession. The more Finn pushed, the more Liam loved it. He thrived on the constant attention, the feeling of being taken care of, and the challenge of becoming bigger and bigger. Finn’s teasing and pushing weren’t just motivating—they were intoxicating.

“You’re turning into a literal mountain, you know that?” Finn said one day, as he stood back and admired his brother. Liam was sprawled across the couch, his body so massive that it seemed to envelop the furniture entirely. His belly rose and fell with his heavy breaths, and his arms rested limply at his sides, too weighed down to do much of anything.

Liam grinned, his face round and soft. “And it’s all thanks to you,” he said, his voice full of gratitude. “You’re the best, Finn.”

Finn smirked, grabbing his phone to snap another picture of the scene. “Damn right I am. But we’re not done yet. You’re gonna keep growing, and I’m gonna keep making sure of it.”

Liam chuckled, reaching for a bag of chips Finn had placed within arm’s reach. “Good,” he said, popping a chip into his mouth. “Because I’m not slowing down.”

The twins’ journey had taken a dangerous turn, but neither of them seemed to care. Liam loved the feeling of being completely dependent on Finn, and Finn loved being the one to guide his brother down this uncharted path. Together, they were pushing the boundaries of what was possible, and they had no intention of stopping.

-Part 6-

Liam's transformation had finally reached a point where his body was struggling to keep up with the sheer weight it was carrying. His massive size made every movement a chore, and even sitting still, his breaths had grown labored. It started with occasional gasps after particularly heavy meals, but before long, Finn noticed that Liam was struggling to breathe even while lounging on the couch doing absolutely nothing.

“Alright, big guy, I think it’s time we got you some help,” Finn said one evening, watching as Liam puffed heavily, his chest rising and falling under the weight of his gigantic belly.

Liam, lounging in his usual spot surrounded by food wrappers, grinned lazily, his breath wheezy. “Help? I don’t need help, Finn. I’m fine.”

Finn smirked, shaking his head. “You’re fine, huh? You sound like a freight train after climbing a hill.” He disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a brand-new oxygen tank, complete with a soft plastic tube designed to sit comfortably under Liam’s nose.

Liam raised an eyebrow, watching as Finn set it up. “Really? You’re hooking me up to that thing?”

“Yup,” Finn said, twisting a few knobs until the gentle hiss of oxygen filled the room. “You’re breathing heavy just sitting there. This’ll make things easier for you.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a teasing tone. “And let’s be honest, you’re not exactly getting up anytime soon, are you?”

Liam chuckled, his belly jiggling with the motion. “Fair point,” he admitted, letting Finn slip the tubing over his face.

The difference was immediate. With the oxygen flowing, Liam’s breaths came easier, and he sank deeper into the couch with a contented sigh. “Alright, this isn’t so bad,” he said, grabbing another handful of fries from the tray Finn had brought him.

But Finn wasn’t done yet. A week later, he showed up with a mischievous grin and a new upgrade for Liam’s oxygen system. “Okay, hear me out,” Finn began, holding up a sleek attachment for the oxygen tank. “I had an idea. What if we, you know, added a little *extra* something to your air supply?”

Liam squinted at his brother, already catching the faint smell of weed. “You’re serious? You want to—what, hotbox me while I’m sitting here?”

Finn grinned, already attaching the modification to the tank. “Exactly! Think about it. You don’t even have to stop eating to light up anymore. Just sit back, relax, and inhale. You’ll be high and happy while I keep bringing the snacks. Perfect, right?”

Liam couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re insane,” he said, though there was no mistaking the excitement in his voice.

Within minutes, Finn had it set up, and Liam was inhaling a steady stream of weed-infused oxygen while working his way through an enormous plate of nachos. The effect was immediate—his already relaxed demeanor turned even lazier, his laughter louder, and his appetite seemingly endless.

“This is amazing,” Liam said, his voice slower and more mellow than ever. “I don’t even have to think anymore. Just… eat and chill.”

“And grow,” Finn added with a grin, sitting beside his brother and handing him another plate of food. “Don’t forget the most important part.”

The combination of constant food, weed, and Finn’s relentless encouragement sent Liam’s growth into overdrive. He barely moved anymore, completely content to sit in his nest of food and blankets while Finn catered to his every need. Finn would spend hours teasing and feeding him, marveling at how enormous his twin had become.

“You’re like a factory, man,” Finn joked one day, patting Liam’s gigantic belly. “You inhale food and weed and turn it into more of *this*.” He gave the belly a playful jiggle, laughing as it wobbled. “It’s incredible.”

Liam just grinned, his cheeks flushed and round. “And you’re the one running the factory,” he said, reaching for another burger. “You’re making this happen, Finn.”

“And I’m not stopping,” Finn said, his voice firm. “Not until you’re the biggest, laziest legend on the planet.”

With the oxygen tank constantly pumping weed into his system and Finn ensuring that food was never out of reach, Liam’s growth accelerated faster than ever. Every day, he grew softer, heavier, and more dependent, but neither twin had any plans to stop. For Liam, this was paradise. For Finn, it was a strange, unstoppable mission. Together, they were breaking every limit, and they both loved every second of it.

-Part 7-

Liam's transformation had reached a point where every inch of his body seemed to swell larger with each passing day. His belly had grown massive, his thighs like tree trunks, but what stood out most lately were his moobs. Once barely noticeable, they had now grown into large, round mounds that rested heavily on top of his enormous belly. Finn had noticed the change weeks ago but hadn’t said much—until the comments started pouring in on Instagram.

The twins’ Instagram community had become increasingly vocal about Liam’s moobs, and the reactions ranged from awe to teasing. “Those are bigger than mine!” one woman commented with a laughing emoji. Another chimed in, “Liam, I think you need a bra at this point!” Some even joked, “Are we sure he’s not pregnant?!” The comments made Finn laugh out loud, and as usual, he decided to turn the attention into an opportunity to tease his brother.

One evening, as Liam sat on the couch—high as usual and halfway through a mountain of burgers—Finn set up his phone to record. With a mischievous grin, he walked over to Liam, who was too lost in his food to notice what Finn was up to.

“So, big guy,” Finn began, his voice playful. “You’ve been getting a lot of attention lately. Seems like everyone’s talking about…” He reached out and gave one of Liam’s moobs a gentle squeeze, laughing as his brother looked down in surprise. “…these.”

Liam blinked, his face flushed—not with embarrassment, but from his constant haze of weed and indulgence. “What are you doing, man?” he asked, his voice slow and heavy.

“Just showing the fans what they’ve been asking for,” Finn said, still grinning as he gave the moob another playful jiggle. “I mean, seriously, Liam. These things are huge. You’ve got girls jealous of you in the comments. You’re basically a plus-size model now.”

Liam laughed, his whole body shaking as his moobs and belly jiggled along. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, but he didn’t stop Finn. If anything, he leaned back further, letting his brother continue.

Finn, ever the showman, turned to the camera and pointed at Liam’s chest. “Look at this, people. Who needs the gym when you can just eat your way to curves like these?” He laughed, grabbing a milkshake from the table and handing it to Liam. “Go on, take a sip. Let’s see if we can make them even bigger.”

Liam rolled his eyes but complied, taking a long drink from the milkshake as Finn continued his playful commentary. “See? That’s dedication. No bra, no problem. Just pure, unfiltered growth.”

The video quickly went viral, with followers flooding the comments section. “Omg, I can’t believe he let you do that!” one person wrote. Another said, “Liam is living the dream, honestly.” And of course, the teasing continued. “Get him a sports bra already!” one user joked, while another said, “Those are officially bigger than mine. I’m crying.”

The attention didn’t bother Liam. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it. “They’re just jealous,” he said one day as Finn scrolled through the comments, laughing.

“Oh, definitely,” Finn replied, still grinning. “But seriously, Liam, these things are out of control. I mean, I know you’re all about growing, but I didn’t think you’d end up outgrowing *me* in this department.”

Liam shrugged, taking another bite of a donut. “Hey, you’re the one who keeps feeding me.”

“And I’m not stopping,” Finn said with a wink. “But don’t be surprised if I show up with a bra one day. You know, just to mess with you.”

Liam laughed again, his voice deep and rich. “Do it. I dare you.”

The twins’ dynamic had always been about pushing boundaries and embracing the absurd, and this was no different. For Finn, Liam’s moobs were just another chapter in their outrageous journey—a testament to how far they’d come. And for Liam, it was all part of the ride. As long as Finn was there to tease, feed, and support him, he didn’t care how big he got—or how much attention his growing body attracted.

-Part 8-

As the months passed, Liam’s body had transformed beyond recognition. His once-substantial belly had grown into a monumental mass, now spilling over his lap and lower body, folding into deep rolls that seemed to cascade down like soft, doughy hills. His thighs had thickened so much that they rubbed together constantly, even when his legs were spread wide apart in an attempt to create space. Every movement was slow and labored, and even sitting down was an exhausting feat—but none of this bothered Liam. He was deep into his indulgent, food-filled haze, content to let his twin guide him deeper into his transformation.

Finn, always the playful twin, had been documenting every change with a sense of amusement, and Liam had grown used to it. In fact, he enjoyed the attention, and the teasing comments on Instagram only made him want to keep going.

One evening, as Liam sat on the couch in his usual position—fully reclined, his giant belly resting on his thighs, his shirt stretched to its limit—Finn couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. Liam's body was practically a living, breathing testament to indulgence. His belly was so large that it seemed to fold into itself in multiple places, creating a deep split of flesh that hung heavily over his legs, and his arms had grown so thick that they barely moved. His cheeks had puffed out like marshmallows, and his moobs had only grown larger, pressing up against the curve of his bloated stomach.

“You’re a masterpiece, bro,” Finn said with a grin, holding his phone in one hand as he snapped picture after picture.

Liam, his gaze half-lidded and his hands stuffed with food, barely registered Finn’s words. “Mmm... masterpiece of what?” he mumbled, taking another bite of pizza.

“A gluttonous masterpiece,” Finn replied with a laugh. He zoomed in on Liam’s split belly, where folds of soft flesh stretched out across his lap. “I mean, look at this. You’ve got more rolls than a bakery, and it’s all you,” Finn said with playful admiration.

Liam let out a low chuckle, his body jiggling with the movement. “I told you I’m gonna be the biggest, Finn. I told you.”

“You’re definitely on your way,” Finn said, giving Liam’s belly a gentle pat, causing the folds of fat to wobble. “Look at this. You can’t even sit without your belly spreading out over your legs. It’s like you’ve got a whole new body now.”

Liam grinned lazily, his hands still buried in fast food as he watched his twin continue to snap pictures. “I don’t even care,” he said, a trace of smoke in his voice from the haze of weed he’d been inhaling earlier. “I’m not stopping.”

Finn grinned as he filmed a video of Liam sitting there, stuffed to the brim, his belly puffing out so far it almost seemed to threaten to engulf him. “No, you’re not stopping,” Finn agreed, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But I’m pretty sure you’ve made it to the point where you can’t stop. Look at you! Even sitting with your legs wide, your thighs are rubbing together like they’re in a race to get bigger. And that belly? It’s like you’ve got a second lap of food waiting to spill out.”

Liam laughed softly, his breath heavy and labored from the effort of simply breathing while encased in so much softness. “That’s the plan, Finn. Keep pushing it, keep eating... no stopping.” His voice trailed off as he stuffed another handful of chips into his mouth.

Finn took a few more shots, then put his phone down. He looked at Liam, the sheer size of his brother both awe-inspiring and surreal. “You’re unbelievable. Just sitting there, getting bigger every day. It’s like you’re a living, breathing food factory, and you’re not even slowing down.”

Liam simply grinned, the pleasure of eating clouding his mind, the weight of his body overwhelming him as he leaned back deeper into the couch. “You’re the one making it happen,” he said lazily, his eyes half-closed. “You keep feeding me. I just keep eating.”

Finn chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischievous pride. “And I’m not stopping,” he said, his tone playful but firm. “I’m gonna make sure you hit every limit.”

Liam’s belly rumbled as he continued to eat, a contented smile on his face. Every bite seemed to fuel him further, his body swelling with every indulgence. Finn's playful teasing, the constant stream of food, and the encouragement to grow had created a cycle that Liam couldn't—or didn't want to—break.

As the camera rolled, Finn filmed the final moments of the night, his voice full of amusement. “And there we have it, folks. Another day in the life of the fattest twin on Instagram. Keep it up, Liam. You’re not just growing—you’re becoming a legend.”

Liam grinned, his full belly stretching even more as he settled deeper into his cocoon of food and comfort. “You’re damn right I am.”

Together, they were pushing the boundaries further than anyone had ever dared. And with each passing day, Liam grew even more massive, even more unrecognizable, but in a way that only strengthened the bond between the twins.

-Part 9-

Liam’s unprecedented growth had reached new heights, both in his size and the attention he was attracting. What started as a quirky Instagram journey between the twins had now snowballed into something much larger. Several extreme weight gain content creators and influencers began to notice Liam’s transformation, posting reaction videos and comments on the twins’ content. Their posts ranged from awe to disbelief, with some even calling Liam “the ultimate gluttonous king” or “a living legend in the gaining world.”

“Have you seen this guy?” one creator said in a reaction video. “He’s absolutely massive, and his twin is just *helping* him get bigger! I don’t know how he’s still going, but it’s insane.”

Another creator chimed in with, “Liam’s belly alone could probably have its own Instagram account at this point. This is next-level dedication.”

These reactions only fueled the twins’ motivation. Finn was thrilled with the sudden wave of attention, constantly checking their notifications and pointing out the growing number of followers and comments. “Bro, you’re blowing up,” Finn said one evening, holding his phone up to show Liam the latest reactions. “People are losing their minds over you.”

Liam, sprawled on the couch as usual, was too deep into his haze of food and weed to care much about the details. “Good,” he said between bites of a towering burger. “Let ‘em watch. I’m not stopping.”

Finn’s grin widened. “Oh, I know you’re not. And now we’ve got even more reason to push you harder. These people want to see what you’re capable of, and I’m gonna make sure they’re not disappointed.”

With the growing audience came a renewed sense of purpose for Finn. He doubled down on his efforts to fatten Liam up, bringing in even more food, cooking indulgent meals, and making sure there was never a moment when Liam wasn’t eating. Every meal seemed to get bigger, every snack more calorie-packed. Milkshakes were replaced with literal pitchers of cream, burgers came in stacks of five, and desserts looked like they belonged in a professional eating contest.

Liam, always up for the challenge, continued to eat with reckless abandon. His growth became so rapid that it was impossible to ignore. His belly, already enormous, grew even larger, folding into new rolls that seemed to create their own layers of softness. His thighs spread so wide that even the couch groaned under his weight, and his arms had grown so heavy that even lifting them for extended periods was an effort.

Finn, ever the documentarian, recorded every moment. He loved teasing his brother while showing off his progress to their audience. “Look at you, man,” Finn said one evening as he filmed Liam trying to lean forward to grab a slice of pizza, only for his belly to press against his thighs and stop him. “You can’t even reach the food anymore! Guess that means I’ll have to feed you.”

Liam chuckled, his laugh deep and wheezy as he leaned back, letting Finn take over. “You’re the boss,” he said, his voice slow and heavy.

As Liam’s growth accelerated, so did the strain on his body. His bones, now supporting an unimaginable amount of weight, began to groan under the pressure. Finn noticed it one night as he helped Liam shift on the couch. A low, almost creaking sound came from Liam’s massive frame.

“Did you hear that?” Finn asked, his tone a mix of concern and amusement.

Liam shrugged, his shoulders barely moving under the sheer weight of his body. “It’s just my bones,” he said nonchalantly, grabbing another handful of fries. “They’ll get used to it.”

Finn laughed, shaking his head. “Man, you’re unreal. Even your bones are complaining, and you’re just sitting here like it’s nothing.”

The twins’ audience ate it up—figuratively, of course. The more Liam grew, the more people flocked to their account, leaving comments like, “How is he even alive?!” and “This is the most extreme thing I’ve ever seen.” Others praised Liam’s dedication, calling him an inspiration to the gaining community.

Finn, ever the showman, leaned into the hype. He started doing live streams where he fed Liam massive meals while answering questions from their followers. “What’s the secret to getting this big?” one viewer asked during a stream.

Finn smirked at the camera, holding up a triple-stacked burger dripping with grease. “The secret? Dedication, food, and a twin who doesn’t know when to stop,” he said, laughing as he handed the burger to Liam.

Liam, high as ever, took a massive bite, his belly wobbling with every movement. “And not getting full,” he added, his voice muffled by the food.

The live streams became a sensation, with viewers tuning in to watch Liam’s belly grow in real time. Finn’s teasing, Liam’s laid-back attitude, and the sheer spectacle of it all kept people coming back for more.

“You’re becoming a legend, bro,” Finn said one night as he leaned back to admire his brother. Liam’s body had grown so large that it seemed to fill the entire couch, his belly spilling over his thighs and his arms resting heavily at his sides. “But we’re not done yet. There’s still plenty of room to grow.”

Liam grinned, his cheeks round and flushed. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not stopping.”

And with Finn by his side, feeding him, teasing him, and documenting every moment, there was no telling just how far Liam would go. For the twins, this was more than just a journey—it was a way of life, and they were determined to take it to the absolute extreme.

-Part 10-

Liam's transformation had reached a size so extreme that his body was beginning to give up under the sheer magnitude of his weight. His once-labored breathing was now constant and heavy, even with the help of his oxygen tank. His movements had dwindled to almost nothing; even shifting slightly on the couch required Finn's assistance. His skin was stretched tight over the rolling layers of fat, his legs swollen and immobile, his belly a mountainous mass that dominated his entire frame, hanging low enough to touch the couch in multiple folds.

And yet, despite the warning signs from Liam’s body, neither he nor Finn showed any intention of stopping. In fact, the attention they were getting from their fans only fueled their obsession further. Comments flooded their Instagram posts, filled with awe, disbelief, and outright encouragement.

“He’s a literal god of gluttony!” one follower wrote.

“This is insane—don’t stop now!” said another.

“How big can he even get? Keep going!”

Finn fed off the energy of their growing fanbase, using it as motivation to push Liam even further. “You see this, bro?” Finn said one evening, holding up his phone to show Liam the flood of comments on their latest post. “They love you. You’re a legend now. The biggest out there—literally.”

Liam, reclined on the couch, surrounded by a mountain of junk food, gave a lazy grin. His voice was weak and slow, but still filled with a sense of pride. “Good... that’s the plan, isn’t it?” he mumbled, reaching for a nearby milkshake with chubby fingers that could barely grip the cup anymore.

Finn helped guide the straw to Liam’s lips, watching as his twin took slow, labored sips. “Damn right it is,” Finn replied with a smirk. “And we’re not done. You’re gonna keep growing, Liam. You’re gonna push past every limit.”

In the weeks that followed, Liam’s growth accelerated to a terrifying pace. Finn made sure of it. The food came in endless waves—fast food feasts, homemade calorie-packed monstrosities, and desserts dripping with sugar. Finn even started blending full meals into liquid form so Liam could drink them without the effort of chewing.

The fans loved it. Finn documented every step of the process, taking photos and videos of Liam as he grew larger and larger. One particularly viral post showed Finn attempting to measure Liam’s belly with a tape measure, only to realize it wasn’t long enough. “We need a bigger tape,” Finn joked in the video, laughing as he patted Liam’s massive stomach.

But it wasn’t just the fans who noticed Liam’s condition worsening. The signs were impossible to ignore. His breathing had become shallow and raspy, even with the oxygen tank running full blast. His skin showed signs of strain, red marks forming where the weight of his body pressed down against itself. His legs were so swollen and heavy that he hadn’t been able to stand in weeks.

Despite it all, neither Finn nor Liam seemed willing to stop. Finn’s teasing only became more relentless, and Liam—encouraged by the attention and his own stubborn determination—kept eating as though nothing could stop him.

“You’re like a monument, bro,” Finn said one day as he filmed Liam lounging on the couch, surrounded by wrappers and empty containers. “A monument to indulgence. To gluttony. You’re literally too big to fail.”

Liam chuckled weakly, his whole body jiggling with the motion. “And I’m not done yet,” he said, though his voice was barely above a whisper.

Finn grinned, leaning closer to the camera. “You heard him, folks. He’s not stopping. So, let’s keep this going. What do you want to see him eat next?”

The comment section exploded with suggestions, ranging from giant pizzas to entire cakes. Finn took every suggestion seriously, turning each one into a new challenge for Liam. The fans couldn’t get enough of it, and neither could Finn.

But Liam’s body was reaching its limits. One night, as Finn helped him shift slightly on the couch, Liam let out a groan of pain, his face flushing red. “You okay, man?” Finn asked, a flicker of concern in his voice.

“Yeah,” Liam said after a moment, his breath wheezy. “Just... my body’s getting heavy.”

Finn hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. “You’re fine,” he said, brushing it off. “You’ve made it this far. You can keep going.”

And that was all Liam needed to hear. With Finn’s encouragement and the relentless push from their fans, he continued on his path, eating more, growing more, and ignoring every sign that his body was struggling to keep up.

For Finn and the fans, Liam was no longer just a twin brother or an influencer—he was a symbol of excess, a living monument to indulgence. But for Liam, it was a challenge he had no intention of backing down from, no matter the cost. And as Finn kept pushing him harder and harder, the question lingered: just how far could Liam go before his body gave out entirely?

-Part 11-

Liam’s growth had entered a phase so extreme, it defied all logic. His body was expanding faster than ever, reaching a new peak of sheer mass that left him gasping for air with every labored breath. His lungs struggled to keep up with the weight pressing down on his chest, and the oxygen tank had become a constant necessity, its rhythmic hiss blending into the background of their chaotic routine. Despite his condition, Finn kept up his relentless pace, refilling Liam’s plate every few seconds and making sure his weed supply never ran out.

The room was filled with the scent of fast food, smoke, and a faint mechanical hum from the oxygen tank. Liam sat sprawled on the oversized couch, his body practically engulfing it. His massive belly spilled over his thighs in cascading rolls, now so heavy it rested on the couch cushions in front of him. His arms, swollen and barely functional, rested at his sides, his fingers twitching slightly as Finn placed another overflowing plate of greasy food within his reach.

Liam’s eyes were perpetually red and half-closed, a result of the endless haze of weed he was inhaling. Finn had rigged a system to keep a steady flow of smoke circulating around Liam, ensuring he was always high, always in a haze of contentment that dulled any awareness of his body’s struggles.

“You’re unstoppable, man,” Finn said with a mischievous grin, watching his brother as he slowly shoveled handfuls of fries into his mouth. “The way you’re growing... it’s like your body’s on overdrive.”

Liam let out a low, wheezy chuckle, his chest heaving with the effort. “Feels... feels like it,” he mumbled, his words slurred from both the weed and the sheer exhaustion of existing in his massive frame. His voice was raspy, each word taking effort as he reached for a nearby burger with shaking hands.

Finn leaned forward, watching as his twin took a bite, his belly wobbling with every movement. “You’re not even trying to slow down, are you?” Finn teased, his tone playful but tinged with pride. “You’re just... growing, man. Eating like there’s no tomorrow.”

Liam nodded sluggishly, his eyes drooping. “Can’t stop,” he murmured, his words almost inaudible. “Don’t... wanna stop.”

The food came in waves—piles of burgers, mountains of fries, entire pizzas stacked high on the table beside him. Finn kept everything within reach, making sure Liam never had to move more than a few inches to grab his next bite. And when Liam slowed down, his hands too heavy to lift, Finn stepped in, feeding him directly.

“You’ve got this, bro,” Finn said encouragingly, holding up a dripping slice of pizza to Liam’s mouth. “You’re gonna keep going. Bigger, faster... we’ve come this far. No turning back now.”

Liam’s jaw worked slowly as he chewed, his breathing shallow and rapid. His entire body seemed to ripple with each movement, the sheer mass of his frame straining under its own weight. His belly, now a monumental dome of fat, groaned against the pressure, the skin stretched tight over the rolls. His thighs had grown so large that they pressed against each other even with his legs spread as wide as possible, and his arms were so swollen they looked like they belonged to another species entirely.

The weed kept him calm, kept him numb to the physical toll his body was enduring. Finn made sure of it, constantly adjusting the flow to keep Liam in a state of blissful haze. “Here you go, big guy,” Finn said, holding the bong up to Liam’s lips. “Take a hit, then we’ll get back to work.”

Liam obeyed, inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut as the smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled slowly, the sound of his breath rattling as it escaped. “More food,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Finn grinned. “That’s the spirit,” he said, piling more fries onto Liam’s plate. “We’re not done yet, Liam. You’ve got plenty of room to grow.”

The fans were eating it up—figuratively, of course. Their Instagram account had exploded in popularity, with thousands of new followers joining every day. The comments section was a mix of awe and disbelief, with fans marveling at Liam’s size and Finn’s relentless determination.

“This is next-level dedication!” one fan wrote.

“How is this even possible? He’s growing so fast!” said another.

“Keep going! We want to see just how far Liam can push it!”

And Finn was more than happy to oblige. Every meal was bigger, every snack more indulgent. Healthy food was a distant memory; everything Liam consumed was dripping with grease, loaded with sugar, and designed to pack on as many calories as possible in the shortest amount of time.

“Look at you,” Finn said one evening as he snapped a photo of Liam struggling to lift a milkshake to his lips. “You’re a legend, man. The biggest twin the world has ever seen.”

Liam grinned weakly, his lips sticky with cream and chocolate. “Bigger,” he said, his voice slurred. “Wanna... get bigger.”

Finn’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, you will,” he promised, his voice filled with determination. “We’re just getting started.”

As Liam continued to grow, his body groaning under the strain, Finn and the fans showed no signs of slowing down. Together, they were pushing Liam to the absolute extreme, determined to see just how far he could go—even as his gasping breaths and sluggish movements hinted at the dangerous path they were treading.

-Part 12-

The food Finn brought home was already indulgent, but now it was downright obscene. Every meal became a grotesque mountain of calories, dripping with grease, sugar, and fat. Finn seemed determined to push the limits of what Liam’s body could handle. Health wasn’t just ignored—it was deliberately sabotaged. Each day, Finn upped the ante, bringing in increasingly unhealthy concoctions that made even fast food look tame.

Deep-fried everything became the norm. Burgers were no longer just burgers—they were towering stacks of beef patties, bacon, and cheese, wrapped in more bacon and then battered and fried. Milkshakes were replaced by pitchers of melted ice cream, blended with heavy cream and candy bars. Finn even began pouring melted butter over Liam’s meals, laughing as he teased his brother. “You’re not just eating, bro—you’re creating art.”

Liam, of course, was more than happy to indulge. His appetite had become insatiable, fueled by the endless stream of food and the haze of weed that Finn kept flowing. He barely registered what he was eating anymore. The flavors blurred together into a constant assault of salt, sugar, and fat. His body had reached a point where it didn’t seem to register fullness, and Finn took full advantage of that.

“I found something special for you today,” Finn said one afternoon, wheeling in a tray piled high with fried chicken, waffles drenched in syrup, and a massive bowl of mac and cheese loaded with extra butter and cream. “This is next-level, Liam. You’re gonna love it.”

Liam, his eyes red and half-closed from the constant weed smoke, gave a slow, wheezy chuckle. “Smells... good,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible as his lips parted for the first bite.

Finn grinned, sitting beside his brother and feeding him piece after piece. “You’re unstoppable, man. Just look at you. Bigger every day.”

The meals became increasingly absurd. Finn started experimenting with deep-frying entire pizzas, layering cakes with frosting and candy bars, and making desserts out of nothing but sugar and cream. The fans loved it, their comments egging the twins on.

“Is that even food anymore?” one follower joked.

“Liam’s eating like he’s trying to set a world record!” wrote another.

“Keep it up! We want to see him get even bigger!”

Finn took their encouragement to heart, constantly searching for new ways to pack more calories into every bite. He started making shakes with peanut butter, marshmallow fluff, and chocolate syrup, adding melted butter to the mix for good measure. He even began sneaking in calorie boosters, like powdered weight gain supplements, just to see how much faster Liam could grow.

“You’re a machine,” Finn said one evening, watching as Liam slowly chewed through a stack of burgers, each one bigger than the last. “A bottomless pit. I don’t think there’s a limit to how big you can get.”

Liam grunted in response, too focused on the food to speak. His body had grown so massive that even the slightest movement left him gasping for air. His belly, now a monumental mountain of fat, dominated his frame, spilling over his legs in massive folds. His arms were nearly useless, buried under layers of soft flesh, and his legs had become little more than swollen stumps beneath the endless weight.

The unhealthy food wasn’t just affecting Liam’s size—it was taking a toll on his body in other ways. His skin was flushed and shiny, stretched tight over his growing mass. His breathing was shallow and labored, and even the oxygen tank seemed to struggle to keep up. But none of that seemed to matter to Finn or their fans. The journey had taken on a life of its own, and no one wanted it to stop.

“You’re a legend, Liam,” Finn said one night, snapping a photo of his brother attempting to eat a deep-fried cheesecake. “People can’t get enough of you. And neither can I.”

Liam let out a low, wheezy laugh, his massive body jiggling with the motion. “More,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Finn’s grin widened. “That’s my guy,” he said, piling more food onto the tray. “We’re not stopping, Liam. Not now. Not ever.”

As the days went on, the meals only got worse—more butter, more sugar, more grease. Finn seemed determined to push his brother to the absolute limit, feeding him foods that no one else would even consider edible. And Liam, lost in his haze of weed and indulgence, happily complied, eating everything Finn put in front of him and growing bigger by the day.

-Part 13-

Liam's world had shrunk down to two constants: food and weed. His mind was always consumed by the thought of his next meal, and his lungs were perpetually filled with the haze of cannabis. His days were a repetitive cycle of eating, breathing, and growing, as if his body had become a vessel for indulgence. And yet, despite his unbelievable size and the countless calories he consumed daily, neither Finn nor the growing community of fans thought it was enough.

“What can we do to make it even more extreme?” Finn mused one evening as he scrolled through the flood of comments on their latest post. Fans were throwing out wild ideas, each one more outrageous than the last.

“Deep-fry EVERYTHING!” one follower suggested.

“Have him drink melted butter as a challenge,” said another.

“Feed him a 10,000-calorie cake in one sitting!” someone else commented.

Finn smirked, taking mental notes as he glanced over at Liam, who was sprawled on the couch, his massive body barely contained by the custom-made furniture. Liam’s breathing was a constant wheeze, his oxygen tank hissing in rhythm, and his red, half-closed eyes stared blankly at the TV. His hands rested limply on his enormous belly, which had grown so large it completely obscured his legs.

“Bro,” Finn said, turning to him, “the fans think we’re still holding back. Can you believe that? They want more. They think what you’re eating isn’t unhealthy enough.”

Liam chuckled weakly, his body jiggling with the motion. “More... food,” he murmured, his voice barely audible through the haze of weed and the strain on his lungs.

“You heard him, guys!” Finn said, grabbing his phone to record a video. He leaned over and playfully patted Liam’s belly, which rippled under his touch like a giant, soft waterbed. “Liam wants more! We’re not stopping until we blow everyone’s minds.”

The community erupted in excitement as Finn posted the video. Suggestions poured in faster than ever, with fans egging the twins on to new levels of excess. Finn, ever the showman, decided to take things to the next level.

The next day, he unveiled his newest creation: a “Super Sludge Shake,” a towering monstrosity of melted ice cream, heavy cream, peanut butter, chocolate syrup, marshmallow fluff, and entire packs of cookies, blended into a thick, calorie-dense sludge. To top it off, he added a stick of butter for extra richness and crumbled candy bars over the rim of the giant glass.

“This, my man,” Finn said, placing the shake in front of Liam, “is what legends are made of. Drink this, and the fans will lose their minds.”

Liam’s eyes lit up briefly, the haze of weed momentarily lifting as he stared at the colossal shake. With Finn’s help, he leaned forward and took the first sip, his lips barely able to wrap around the oversized straw. The taste was overwhelming—sweet, rich, and impossibly thick. But Liam didn’t stop. He sucked down the shake in slow, labored sips, his massive body quivering with effort as Finn encouraged him every step of the way.

“That’s it, big guy,” Finn said, filming the entire process. “You’re a machine. No one else could handle this.”

The fans went wild when Finn posted the video, their reactions only fueling his ambition. “What’s next?” they demanded. “How much bigger can he get?”

Finn grinned as he read the comments, already brainstorming his next move. “You think this is extreme?” he said to the camera. “We’re just getting started.”

From that point on, the meals became even more outrageous. Finn started combining entire fast food orders into monstrous creations, like burgers stacked with donuts instead of buns, or pizzas topped with fried chicken and mac and cheese. He added whipped cream and caramel sauce to everything, even savory dishes, just to pack in more sugar and calories.

“Here comes the airplane,” Finn joked one evening as he fed Liam a spoonful of mac and cheese drenched in melted butter. “Open wide for your fans.”

Liam, lost in his haze, obediently opened his mouth, his body seemingly running on autopilot as he consumed bite after bite. His breathing grew more labored with each passing day, his lungs barely able to keep up with the ever-increasing weight pressing down on his chest. But Finn didn’t let up. If anything, the challenge of pushing Liam further only excited him more.

“Bro, you’re a legend,” Finn said one night, sitting beside Liam and scrolling through their latest post’s comments. “The world’s never seen anything like this. You’re redefining what it means to indulge.”

Liam let out a weak, wheezy laugh, his body shaking under its own weight. “More,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Finn smirked, grabbing another plate piled high with fried, sugary, greasy creations. “You got it, big guy,” he said, sliding the plate toward his brother. “Let’s show them what you’re made of.”

And so, the cycle continued, with Finn and the fans constantly pushing Liam to new extremes. The food became more unhealthy, the portions larger, and the stakes higher. Liam’s body, straining under its own weight, seemed on the verge of collapse—but neither he nor Finn had any intention of stopping. After all, they were on a mission to create something unforgettable, no matter the cost.

-Part 14-

Finn stood in the kitchen, a smirk plastered across his face as he crafted what could only be described as his ultimate masterpiece. It was absurd. It was indulgent. It was monstrous. Finn had taken all the wild ideas their fans had thrown at them and combined them into a single meal—a calorie bomb that would leave everyone speechless.

He started with a massive weed-infused cake, weighing close to 50,000 calories on its own. The cake was layered with rich chocolate ganache, buttercream frosting, and candy bars embedded between each tier. But Finn wasn’t done. No, he was just getting started. He battered the entire cake with a mixture of flour, eggs, and yet more melted butter before lowering it into a deep fryer. As it sizzled and crisped to a golden perfection, Finn melted sticks of butter in a pan, blending them with copious amounts of weed oil to create a thick, glossy sauce.

Once the deep-fried monstrosity was ready, he placed it on a platter that barely contained its size and drenched it in the molten butter-weed sauce, the liquid pooling around the edges like a moat. The smell was overwhelming—sweet, greasy, and unmistakably infused with cannabis.

Finn stepped back and admired his creation, his grin widening. “This,” he said, holding up his phone to film, “is the pinnacle of indulgence. 80,000 calories. Weed-infused. Deep-fried. Butter-drenched. And it’s all for my big bro, Liam.”

He turned the camera toward his brother, who was sprawled across the couch like an immovable mountain. Liam’s body had grown so massive that he could barely move anymore. His belly dominated his frame, now spilling over the sides of the couch in thick rolls. His thighs pressed against each other even when his legs were spread wide, and his arms rested uselessly at his sides, too heavy to lift. His chest had transformed into massive, swollen moobs that rose and fell with each labored breath.

“Liam, my man,” Finn said, wheeling the platter toward his brother, “your feast has arrived.”

Liam’s red, half-closed eyes flickered with a hint of excitement as the smell reached him. His lips parted slightly, his breathing growing heavier. “Smells... good,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible over the constant hiss of his oxygen tank.

“Good? It’s legendary,” Finn said, slicing off a massive piece of the cake and holding it up to Liam’s mouth. “Open wide, big guy. Let’s make history.”

Liam obediently opened his mouth, and Finn slid the piece in, watching as his brother slowly chewed. The butter and oil dripped down Liam’s chin, and his eyes fluttered shut as the flavors hit him. It was sweet, rich, and overwhelmingly decadent—a sensory overload that left him momentarily dazed.

“That’s it,” Finn said, feeding him another piece. “Keep going. You’re a machine, Liam. No one else could handle this.”

Piece after piece disappeared into Liam’s mouth, each one adding to the monumental strain on his already overburdened body. His breathing grew louder, more labored, but he kept eating, his appetite seemingly endless. Finn made sure there was no pause, no break. Every time Liam finished a piece, another was waiting for him, dripping with butter and weed oil.

“You’re unstoppable,” Finn said, his voice filled with pride as he recorded the scene. “The fans are gonna lose their minds when they see this.”

Liam let out a low, wheezy laugh, his massive body quivering with the motion. “More,” he muttered between bites, his voice slurred from both the weed and the effort of eating.

“Don’t worry, bro,” Finn said, slicing off another chunk of the cake. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

The feeding session went on for hours, Finn pushing his brother to consume every last bite of the monstrous creation. By the time the platter was empty, Liam was slumped back against the couch, his body bloated and immobile. His belly had swollen even larger, the skin stretched taut and shiny, and his breathing was shallow and rapid.

“You did it,” Finn said, patting Liam’s belly, which jiggled like a giant waterbed under his touch. “You finished the whole thing. You’re a legend, Liam. An absolute legend.”

Liam’s eyes fluttered open, his red gaze meeting Finn’s. “Bigger,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Wanna... get bigger.”

Finn’s grin widened. “Oh, you will,” he said, his tone filled with determination. “This is just the beginning. We’re gonna keep pushing, bro. You’re gonna break every record out there.”

As Finn cleaned up the empty platter, his mind was already racing with ideas for the next meal. The fans were right—there was no such thing as too extreme. And with Liam willing to keep going, Finn was determined to take his brother to sizes no one had ever imagined possible.

-Part 15-

Finn sat on the edge of the coffee table, his camera in hand, staring at the immovable mountain of fat that was his twin brother. Liam was completely out of it, slumped back into the couch with his head tilted to the side, his eyes half-closed in a food-induced haze. His chest rose and fell unevenly, the sound of his labored breathing mixing with the faint hiss of the oxygen tank beside him.

Liam’s body was beyond description now—a sheer, immobile mass of excess. His belly dominated everything, splitting into rolls that cascaded down his thighs, nearly touching the floor even as he sat. His moobs were massive, resting heavily on his swollen torso, their size almost surreal. His arms were useless, buried beneath layers of fat, and his legs, thick and bloated, were permanently spread wide to accommodate the bulk of his frame. Even his face had ballooned, his cheeks round and flushed, his neck disappearing into the folds of his body.

Finn chuckled to himself, leaning forward to snap another picture. The glow of his phone screen lit up his face as he scrolled through the photos, each one more shocking than the last. The sheer size of Liam, the way his belly spilled over every surface, the redness of his skin stretched taut—it was all captured in stunning detail.

“You’re a masterpiece,” Finn muttered, more to himself than to his unconscious brother. “A living, breathing monument to indulgence. I mean... barely breathing,” he added with a smirk, watching as Liam’s chest rose and fell with difficulty.

He set the phone down for a moment, resting his chin on his hand as he studied Liam. “I wonder what it’s like in there,” he said aloud, his voice filled with morbid curiosity. “Your veins must be clogged to hell. Your heart’s probably working overtime just to keep you alive. And your lungs? Forget it. All that fat pressing down, no wonder you can barely breathe.”

Finn leaned forward, placing a hand on Liam’s belly and giving it a gentle push. It didn’t budge. The sheer mass of it was staggering, a solid, unyielding mountain of flesh. “How unhealthy can one person even get?” he wondered, his tone almost admiring. “You’re like... the ultimate experiment.”

He picked up his phone again, switching to video mode. “Alright, guys,” he said, addressing their Instagram followers. “Here’s the aftermath of tonight’s feeding session. My brother? A true legend. Food coma in full effect.” He panned the camera over Liam’s body, making sure to capture every fold, every inch of his massive frame. “Just look at this. Look at what we’ve created together. This is what dedication looks like.”

The comments started rolling in almost immediately.

“Holy crap, he’s HUGE!”

“Is he even alive?!”

“Keep going! Break all the records!”

“Feed him more next time!”

Finn grinned, reading the flood of reactions. The fans were loving it, and so was he. The attention, the shock, the awe—it was addictive. But as he sat there, staring at his unconscious brother, another thought crept into his mind.

“How much further can we go?” he wondered aloud. “I mean, this... this can’t be sustainable, right? But then again, who cares? The point isn’t to stop. The point is to see how far we can push this.”

He leaned back, still smiling, and snapped one last picture—a close-up of his hand resting on Liam’s belly, the sheer size of it dwarfing his own. “You’re my masterpiece, Liam,” he said softly. “And we’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”

With that, Finn set his phone down, leaned back, and simply watched his brother, marveling at the immensity of what they had created together. The sound of Liam’s labored breathing filled the room, a constant reminder of just how far they had already gone—and how much further they could still go.

-Part 16-

Finn had become the conductor of a symphony of excess, orchestrating his brother’s rapid descent into the unthinkable with an almost obsessive precision. Liam, now a motionless mass of fat, barely seemed aware of what was happening to him anymore. Permanently high from the near-constant infusion of weed, his mind was clouded and detached, but that suited Finn and the community just fine. Liam didn’t need to think; he just needed to keep eating.

The fans adored it. Each new post, each new video, brought a flood of comments filled with awe, shock, and twisted encouragement. “Push him further!” they demanded. “He’s a living legend!” And Finn, ever the showman, was more than happy to deliver.

Every meal was bigger, more outrageous, more deadly than the last. Finn pushed the limits of indulgence, crafting meals that were equal parts culinary abomination and internet spectacle. He blended entire tubs of ice cream with melted butter, deep-fried stacks of pizzas, and created monstrous burgers layered with fried eggs, bacon, cheese, and donuts. Every plate was loaded with calories, grease, and, of course, a heavy dose of weed oil.

Liam, for his part, complied without question. Too high to resist, too far gone to care, he accepted everything Finn placed in front of him, his only role to consume. His body had become something beyond human, a grotesque monument to gluttony. His belly, now split into rolls upon rolls, hung down past his knees even when he sat, and his chest had grown into massive, swollen moobs that jiggled with every labored breath. His arms and legs, once strong and defined, were now buried under layers of fat, useless appendages that could barely move.

Finn filmed it all, every bite, every wheezy breath, every moment of Liam’s descent. He fed his brother with a mix of pride and determination, pushing him to the very edge without a second thought. “Come on, big guy,” he’d say, shoving another plate in front of him. “The fans are watching. Let’s show them what you can do.”

The community watched in morbid fascination, their reactions growing more extreme with each post. “He’s not just fat—he’s a work of art,” one fan wrote. “Keep going! Don’t stop until he’s the biggest in history!” Another commented, “This is insane, but I can’t look away. You’re making history, Finn!”

And Finn believed it. In his eyes, Liam wasn’t just his brother—he was his masterpiece, a living, breathing (just barely) testament to how far someone could push the limits of human indulgence.

But Liam’s body was starting to rebel. His breathing grew more labored by the day, each breath a shallow, rasping wheeze that echoed through the room. His skin was flushed and stretched tight, his veins barely visible beneath the layers of fat. He was permanently hooked up to an oxygen tank, and even that seemed to struggle to keep up with his needs.

Finn noticed it all, of course—the signs that Liam was teetering on the edge—but he didn’t stop. If anything, it only fueled him further. The danger, the thrill of pushing Liam closer and closer to the brink, was intoxicating.

“Bro, you’re unstoppable,” Finn said one evening, sitting beside his brother with a plate of fried cheesecake in hand. He leaned over, placing a hand on Liam’s massive belly, which quivered under his touch. “No one’s ever done this before. You’re a legend, Liam. An absolute legend.”

Liam let out a weak, wheezy laugh, his red, half-closed eyes flickering briefly. “More,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Finn grinned, grabbing a forkful of cheesecake and holding it up to his brother’s mouth. “That’s my guy,” he said. “Let’s give the fans what they want.”

The feeding session continued late into the night, Finn pushing Liam further and further, ignoring the signs of strain on his brother’s body. The fans cheered him on, their comments a constant stream of encouragement and admiration.

“He’s a god of gluttony!”

“Don’t stop, Finn! Keep pushing him!”

“This is legendary content!”

But Finn didn’t need the encouragement anymore. He was fully committed, completely obsessed with the idea of taking Liam to the absolute limit. And Liam, too high to realize what was happening, followed along without resistance, his body growing larger and more fragile with each passing day.

Neither Finn nor the fans cared about the consequences. For them, this was about spectacle, about pushing boundaries, about creating something unforgettable. And for Liam, lost in his haze of weed and food, it was simply the only reality he knew.

As Finn fed his brother another bite, he couldn’t help but smile, his mind racing with plans for the next meal, the next post, the next record-breaking moment. They were on a path with no brakes, no limits, and no end in sight—and Finn wouldn’t have it any other way.

-Part 17-

Finn stood over his brother, the room eerily quiet save for the mechanical hiss of Liam’s oxygen tank. For the first time in what felt like forever, Liam’s eyes were clear, free from the hazy red tint of constant weed consumption. His breaths were labored, shallow gasps that rattled his chest, but his gaze was focused, and Finn could see the flicker of lucidity behind them.

Liam's body was beyond recognition now, an almost unthinkable transformation from the man he had once been. His belly sagged in swollen rolls, now heavy enough to practically pin him in place. His moobs, larger than ever, heaved with every painful breath. His legs were spread wide, thighs pressing into the couch and each other, no longer capable of holding his weight. And yet, as Finn looked into Liam’s eyes, he saw no regret.

“How are you feeling, big guy?” Finn asked, his tone light but curious as he crouched beside his twin.

Liam licked his dry lips, his voice barely a whisper. “Heavy,” he said, the word dragging out like it took all his energy to form. “Really... heavy.”

Finn chuckled, leaning back on his heels. “Yeah, no kidding. You’re probably the heaviest man alive right now. The fans are obsessed.” He paused, tilting his head. “But I wanted you to see it—really see it. I stopped the weed for a bit so you could, you know, take it all in.”

Liam blinked slowly, his gaze drifting down to his body. For the first time in months, he truly saw what he had become. His bloated belly dominated his vision, the rolls and folds of his skin glistening under the soft light of the room. His hands, once strong and capable, were now buried in fat, barely able to twitch at his sides. His breathing was a constant struggle, each inhale a battle against the immense weight pressing down on his lungs.

“Wow,” Liam whispered, his voice filled with awe rather than fear or regret.

Finn leaned closer, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Yeah, bro. Wow. You’re incredible. A living monument to indulgence. But I wanted you to really think about it, you know? What you’ve done to yourself. What we’ve done together.”

Liam’s gaze met Finn’s, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, a weak, wheezy laugh escaped Liam’s lips, his entire body jiggling slightly with the motion. “It’s... amazing,” he said, his voice breathy but filled with something close to pride.

Finn’s smirk returned, his eyes gleaming. “I knew you’d say that. But here’s the thing, Liam—we’re at a crossroads. You’ve got a choice to make.”

He stood, crossing the room to retrieve a massive tray piled high with junk food. It was a grotesque display of grease, sugar, and calories, every item dripping with excess. He placed it on the table in front of Liam, the smell filling the room almost instantly.

“You can stay like this,” Finn said, gesturing to the food. “Clear-headed, aware, feeling every pound you’ve packed on. Or...” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of weed oil. “You can go back to the blur. The haze. Let me handle everything while you just... eat.”

Liam stared at the tray, his breathing quickening slightly despite the effort it took. His gaze flickered to the bottle in Finn’s hand, then back to the food. For a moment, he was silent, his mind racing with thoughts he hadn’t had in months. He felt every ache, every strain in his body, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him both literally and figuratively.

And yet... he loved it. Every second of it. The attention, the indulgence, the sheer audacity of what he had become. It was everything he had ever wanted, even if it came at the cost of his body, his health, and maybe even his life.

“Back to the blur,” Liam finally whispered, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Finn grinned, unscrewing the cap on the bottle and drizzling the weed oil over the food. “That’s my guy,” he said, his tone filled with pride. “Let’s keep making history, Liam. The fans are gonna lose their minds.”

He picked up a slice of deep-fried pizza, now glistening with weed oil, and held it to Liam’s mouth. Liam opened wide, the fog already beginning to creep back into his eyes as he took the first bite. Finn watched with satisfaction, knowing that his brother was fully committed to their journey, no matter how dangerous it became.

As Liam ate, Finn grabbed his phone, snapping pictures and recording videos to share with their ever-growing community. The comments flooded in almost instantly, a chorus of encouragement and awe.

And as the haze of weed took hold once more, Liam’s mind drifted into blissful oblivion, leaving Finn to guide him further down the path they had chosen together. Neither of them cared about the edge they were teetering on—for them, this was the ultimate dream, and they had no intention of waking up.

-End-

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Baby Girl

Natsu was never someone who would think deeply and far ahead of his life. He was more than content to live in the present, enjoying food, brawls and going on dangerous missions with his Fairy Tail family day by day.

But he did give some thoughts about the future during the dead of some nights, when he's brimming with too much restless energy to sleep and Lucy strictly forbade his entry to her apartment for some sort of "girl nights"(urg, he wouldn't dare enter the dubbed danger zone during those time willingly either, less he wanted to be beaten black and blue by a certain scary scarlet head).

Fairy Tail was no doubt the one big and only family he would fight to death to protect, and everyone was always very welcoming and protective of one another despite coming from all walks of life. But inside the one big family, there would be smaller family units that hold certain members closer than others to their hearts, and these groups would become inseparable, irreplaceable with their core members given the utmost trusting and loving bond they shared.

He could definitely see those existed in the Connell family, the Conbolt father-son duo, and even in the bond shared between a certain metal-eating freak, his Exceed and their resident script mage. For a while, the fire dragonslayer could only see himself carrying this bond with his trusty, blue Exceed, and he was content with that.

But then Lucy, with her golden and buxom appearance, sassy and no-nonsense attitude, starry heaven magic and too big of a kind heart, came falling into his life and the transition of his family of duo turned into trio was so natural and seamless that he couldn't bear remembering a time before this beautiful, sunshine girl.

With the celestial mage by his side, his future now looked brighter and more exciting with countless adventures awaiting them to embark on as it's always more fun when they're together. And the idea of settling down sounded both daunting and appealing at the same time, as he knew that was what he wanted eventually in a near point of future, given how solid and fulfilling his and Lucy's relationship now going strong for 3 years as romantic partners among the 6 years of friendship.

Both he and Lucy shared the same idea of having a big family, maybe 2-3 kids, given how lonely it had for him to survive alone in the wilderness within the brief period after Igneel's disappearance and before Gramps found him; and the painful abandonment Lucy experienced as an only child without a loving mother and a grief-stricken father.

Natsu always thought his firstborn would be a son, not because of stupid prejudiced thoughts that boys were better than girls, but more so because he felt he could bond with the boy the same way Igneel had with him. He would teach the youngling how to harness and control his dragon fire, assuming that the kid took after his magic, how to fight and win a brawl (definitely when against the droopy-eyed ice princess kids), and to take him on fishing trips, missions and hunting escapades not only for father-son bonding time, but also for the child to hone his survival instinct and skills, and become stronger so one day he could protect his family and friends on his own.

And that excitement grew larger the rounder Lucy's belly got, carrying the proof of their love after a year into their marriage. It always fascinated him how a woman's body could hold and carry around the entire weight of a human being inside, no magic could hold the candle to this and this is amazing, his Lucy was amazing!

Whenever they were out, Natsu's arm was hardwired to automatically wound around his wife's waist, both to readily protect her and their unborn child from any dangers and to feel the heated warmth radiated from the baby bump against his palm just to assure the child were there. And when Lucy told him the baby could start hearing as their ears are now developed, courtesy to Polyusica's update from the celestial mage's bi-weekly pregnancy check-up, Natsu and Happy would start babbling to the baby bump about the guild, their teammates, the adventures Team Natsu had gone on. and the plans he had for the child when they came out, etc. as Lucy lovingly stroked his hair and pet between Happy’a ears as she listened to them.

They opted not to discover the baby's gender during the pregnancy, wanting to be surprised when the time came. On nights they laid in each other's arms, the couple would discuss about the possible names for their baby, often ended up with giggles or exasperated huffs from Lucy as the ridiculous names Natsu would come up with (no offense to Happy, but who would name their kid Happy Jr?!)

In the end, they decided to go with Nasha Layla Dragneel for the girl, and Igneel Jude Dragneel for the boy, in honoring of their late parents. Everything was going in the right direction and Natsu couldn't wait for the arrival of their child.

And the time finally came in the form of Lucy shriek and his too numb hand from the insanely tight grip of his wife as she giving birth. The guild resident fire dragon slayer had never liked to see his celestial mage in pain, even if it was because of their child, and he could only helplessly whisper soothing words into her ears and prayed for the quick process.

A piercing wail finally echoed the infirmary as Wendy rushed to clean and swaddle the baby in a blanket. Natsu was stunned to hear Wendy congratulated them on the beautiful baby girl and his brain took some times to proceed the information. He dazedly watched Lucy cradled their daughter close, and smiled those radiant smiles of her that never failed to make his heart skip a beat. Happy, now allowed in the infirmary, hovered over Lucy and the bundle as his eyes sparkled with starry wonder as he took in his sibling.

He only snapped out when Lucy turned and asked him if he wanted to hold their Nasha. The pinkette could only dumbly nod as he shakily formed his hand into the practiced form as Lucy passed the baby to him.

The moment his daughter laid in his arms, Natsu’s heart were instantly overwhelmed with the feeling of love and gratitude as he cradled his baby girl close to his chest. Nasha seemed to take a liken to his abnormal body heat as she subconsciously squirmed closer and his heart swelled with adoration.

He could see wisps of pink hair adorned her head and the moment she opened her eyes to show the world her murky but undoubtedly brown orbs so similar to the woman he loved, right then and there he decided that she was the most beautiful baby girl in all Fiore. Any objections could eat his flaming fist to their face.

At that moment, he decided that any baby of his and Lucy was absolutely perfect and he would lay his life down to protect and ensure they had the best life as possible.

***

It had been a few months after Nasha’s birth and life had been eventful to say the least to the first-time parents. Despite the heavy bags hung under their bloodshot eyes due to the lack of sleep from their daughter wailing (that girl sure had the lungs of a dragon), and the fret to discover the causes, Natsu wouldn’t trade anything in the world for the warmth and fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever he looked or held his baby girl.

Nasha was now laying on his broad chest, his large palm anchored her tiny form to his as they laze on the bed with the warm afternoon light filtered through the bedroom window and basked their form. Happy had left for the guild to spend time with a certain white cat that had now warmed up to his advances.

Looking at the pudgy and rosy cheeks of his cute daughter, Natsu couldn’t help but lightly prodded and pinched the doughy flesh for his own amusement. Not liking the teasing from her father, Nasha’s doe brown orbs started growing glassy as her tiny mouth formed the beginning of a wailing.

“Shh, don’t cry Nasha, please don’t cry baby girl, Daddy’s only kidding. Shh, go back to sleep” Natsu immediately shushed his daughter by rubbing her back gently and pressing kisses to her wispy pink hair. His nose inhaled her heavenly baby smell and the subtle mixed scent of his and Lucy, and his body subconsciously relaxed and heated comfortably to calm the baby down.

He must have dosed off briefly as his sense woke up from the gentle combing on his scalp and the familiar scent of camellia and star dust filled his nose. Natsu opened his eyes to take in the pleasant visual of his beautiful wife smiling lovingly down at them as she whispered “Hey Daddy and Baby, I’m home. Do you mind if I join in the napping session?”

Opening his unoccupied arm invitingly, Lucy crawled into the bed to lay on his biceps as her dainty hands joined his on top of Nasha’s snoozing form.

As he curled his arm and pulled his wife tighter to the side, Natsu exhaled contently as he couldn’t help but think he was the luckiest bastard in the world to have two beautiful and loving girls in his arms.

He really wouldn’t trade anything in the whole world for this.

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Minecraft's 15th Anniversary Update — "Combat Adventures & Tinkering"

First off, Armadillo won the mob vote. Penguin came in with the least amount of votes, but we're told "not to feel too bad for the penguin. Remember, our little frog friends didn't win the vote either, but they still managed to hop their way into the game." Maybe there's hope yet?

Last year, the Minecraft team only showed part of the Tales and Trails update at Minecraft Live, and then continued to announce new features throughout the development process. They'll be doing the same thing with this next update, as last time they "collaborated with the community, and saw a lot of excitement in the community throughout the development process". The features shown today will be released in snapshots soon.

There's the new "crafter", which functions like a crafting table, except that you can automate crafting with it via redstone. With toggleable slots so that a hopper can feed it materials in the right order, you can make automatic crafting systems.

"After 15 years of Minecraft, it's time to test your skills in some new trials." They're adding a new, multi-room structure called Trial Chambers, which comes with new blocks, a new mob, and a new style of combat. This structure is procedurally generated, and every iteration of it should be unique and feel like you're really "finding a new chamber".

The Trial Chambers will come with a variety of new blocks. Mostly copper, but also stone(?) blocks with "geometric designs". I saw copper doors and trapdoors in the livestream, and new carved/patterned blocks, grates, and a "copper bulb"—a light source block that emits less light the more oxidized it is.

Trial Chambers will have Trial Spawners, a new variant of spawner that adapts based on the amount of players that join the fight. You can tell what mobs it will spawn based on what blocks are around it; i.e ice = strays. It spawns an unlimited amount of mobs compared to a regular spawner, and gives loot such as emeralds and diamonds when all mobs are defeated. Smoke will come out of the top of the spawner indicating that it's on a cooldown, so you can come back later and do it all over again.

The Trial Chambers' new mob is The Breeze, a "playful hostile mob that jumps around and uses wind to provide a combat encounter unlike any other in Minecraft". Its attack, Wind Charge, "doesn't deal any damage when it bursts and blows things away, but it does deal damage if it collides directly with something"—so it works similarly to the Shulker's attack. Wind Charge also interacts with certain blocks such as trapdoors and levers, allowing it to trigger contraptions around the room to make combat more interesting and difficult.