some things just never get old

to add to this “humans are weird” thing
did you know that humans are the only species on earth with the ability to throw things with any significant degree of accuracy and force (apes can throw with about the force of a human ten year old, but cant lock their wrists well enough for accuracy)

and we just never really think about it bc its so easy and simple to us that pretty much all of our sports are based around the concept of throwing things accurately

so
what if the concept of projectile weapons takes most species FOREVER to get the hang of, or even come up with in the first place.
a human goes onto a ship and throws some trash into the nearest reclaimer, shouts “kobe!” and all the other aliens on board absolutely LOSE THEIR MINDS

Whoo boy do I love Voltron fics, but as I’m writing my own, I keep encountering this enigma that are these healing pods. And the more I think about it, the scarier they are. I mean, think about it. These are kids in space. But they can’t be kids anymore, they have to protect the universe, and with that comes a degree of physical harm.

I mean, that in itself is pretty traumatic right there. Teenagers fighting a war will have incredible psychological impact. But then you throw the healing pods into the mix, and the story begins morphing into horror rather than science fiction.

On the surface, it seems fine. The healing pods are a blessing. Nobody dies or will have lasting permanent damage if they get in there soon enough. But think about the impact that this has on their young developing brains. A paladin gets his insides ripped open. Pop ‘em in the pod. And then they may have to face the monster that did that to them, because it’s their job. They don’t have time to recover.

You fell and broke your arm? Go to the pod. Good as new! Keep training. Shot while trying to protect innocent bystanders? That’s just your job. Get in the pod. do it again. 

I mean, this is going to have a lasting impact on how they view pain and injuries. Does it matter if you get hurt if you can just spend some time in the healing pods, and you’ll be good as new? If you never have to take into account your own injuries, then they start to feel insignificant.

The thing about this is, sometimes, getting hurt gives you time to rest. Think about it, these kids are fighting a war. And Shiro probably has a very double-edged relationship with the healing pods, because they weren’t an option for him when he was starving and bleeding and tortured. And they can’t undo old trauma.

Essentially the healing pods mean a state of hyper-mania. There’s never time to rest, to heal. You never get a few days to recover. You’re either fighting for your life or unconscious and healing and when you wake up, you have to do it all over again.

And then they’d start to lose a normal perception of pain tolerance. Like, with just one machine, your pain goes away. There’s no such thing as agony. Just a few uncomfortable moments before you are healed again. 

And there are two ways this works. Do the healing pods heal everything?  Can the paladins even get scars anymore? Are they just brought back to the state they were in before they got injured? That’s terrifying. Imagine Lance, looking at himself in a mirror. He’s been in space for almost two years, but the skin on his face and neck and chest, all smooth. Unmarred. He remembers nearly being disemboweled, but now he can’t remember if it was on the right or left side. He stares at his body, trying to imagine all the scars that should be there that aren’t and at this point he just can’t remember them all anymore.

And when the paladins finally, finally get to return home? Well, they look exactly the same as the day they left Earth. Lance’s younger siblings look older than him now. He hasn’t changed at all.

And all he can think is: is he even really human anymore?

But the alternative I think I prefer. The healing pods just accelerate the process, encourage the tissue to heal at an elevated pace. So they all have scars, too many scars. 

Hunk has to oil up his torso every night, because the scar tissue is getting too thick and it’s making it hard to move in some places. The tattoos he once imagined he’d get once he returned to earth are now just laughable dreams of his childhood. There’s no place to get them, no room to put them. His body is no longer a canvas, it’s a ripped sheet, held together after every tear by fraying thread. There’s no room for swirling images anymore. All that’s left are scars.

So many scars.

What are the lasting effects? Psychological trauma, for sure. But maybe physical, too. Stopping natural aging, or maybe nerve damage. After Keith got blown from the sky, his fingers constantly tingle, like his hand is perpetually asleep. Pidge can’t taste anything on the left side of her mouth. But it doesn’t matter, because there’s always another planet that needs saving, another injustice they need to fight. And if they get hurt, all they need is a quick tune-up before they’re back at it again.

Healing pods are scary.

The thing you have to understand about deep sadness is – it’s a form of pain. It’s emotional pain and it is just as real and just as detrimental as physical pain, except that it’s harder to treat and it often lasts longer.
It’s one of those things that you can so easily fall into and never climb out of. It traps you, it isolates you… and people don’t understand it. They try… but they get frustrated or hurt when they don’t seem to make a difference after a while. For some reason physical pain is far more accepted by other people because there’s often evidence of it they can physically see like a wound or a scar, whereas emotional pain is looked upon as self-indulgent or just a plain old negative attitude.
I wish it was something people could see so they could understand it better… It would be so much easier if that heaviness you feel was a physical thing, like literal baggage you had to carry around with you instead of just the emotional kind… Because if it was something sizable that physically weighed you down, people could understand why it’s so hard to get out of bed in the morning.
It would be so much easier if sadness caused your face to dry out and go brittle… just so it would crack and bleed whenever you smiled. Perhaps then people would see how much it hurts when everyone else around you to laughs and smiles and you feel you have to as well so you can fit in.
Or perhaps if sadness caused your eyesight to darken and happiness was a blinding light that burnt your eyes if you suffered from it, people would understand why we so often look away or avoid happy people altogether.
But it’s one of those things nobody can see and you can never put into words for anybody else to understand but you – and that is precisely why it is so isolating. Sometimes the most helpful and understanding thing somebody can do for you is simply accept that you suffer from something they can’t understand, and not expect more than you’re capable of. I know that without physical evidence, deep sadness is difficult to understand… but acceptance is just as helpful. To know that how you’re feeling is accepted by somebody – even if they don’t understand it – takes away that constant pressure to pretend to be how you think people want you to be so you can focus your energy into healing at your own pace.
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I should really rename this comic “Keith’s suffering” because I just feel like I’ve been taunting him for the past few pages.

Also are you guys ready for it to get…. REALLY GLITTERY? BECAUSE I DON’T THINK YOU ARE. 

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characterization, filters, and characterization to be found in the lack of filters

Talking about Jane earlier got me thinking, you know, Jane is not at all the only character that uses this device to show off the less desirable traits lurking in the psyche of all these damaged teens. Like. So many characters have these lurking deep seated issues that stay hidden deep down because the characters are pretty good at projecting a less damaged and more together version of themselves. 

If that sounds familiar it’s because it’s a fucking outrageously relatable quality and part of what makes the Homestuck characters RESONATE so much. Why they feel like they have all this dimension and depth that makes us grab on to them and never want to let go. 

I’m just going to run through some examples here while I’m thinking about it. The first OBVIOUSLY since thinking about her is what got me going on this – Jane. Crockertier Jane removing the layers of self-imposed filter on Jane’s festering insecurity, entitlement issues, jealousy and so on. I’ve already talked enough about that today.

Grimbark Jade! You notice Jade says what she’s thinking WAY more easily while she’s mind controlled, and she still sounds like herself – she sounds kinda like she does when she’s owning Karkat repeatedly, doesn’t she? Because angry Jade has that same effect of pushing her nice girl filter aside and letting the angry witch (not a cutesy slur, her literal witch class) within fly free. Grimbark Jade tells us that behind that nice girl front Jade Harley actually thinks some pretty uncharitable thoughts sometimes, she just keeps a tight fucking lid on it because – well, don’t most people? Relatable as fuck. 

Jadesprite! Since we’re talking about Jade anyway. Jade likes to think she has everything together, that her visions from Skaia and her scientific prowess and the tools her Grandpa left her are more than enough to handle everything that comes her way, she’s independent, she’s capable, she’s certainly never LONELY oh no of course not certainly never CRUSHINGLY OVERWHELMED by the responsibility of her own existence nah those are weak feelings for weak girls who aren’t as awesome as Jade! And then – Jadesprite. Why do you think Jade got SO ANGRY at Jadesprite? Because she was being confronted with something she knew deep down was a reflection of weaknesses in herself (totally normal ones that her later arc reinforced were a mistake to pretend weren’t there – Loneliness and fear and regret are all tied in with Jade’s character progression and learning how to deal with those things is where I imagine her arc would have gone if Homstuck’s ending hadn’t been the literary equivalent of chopping off a limb and cauterizing the wound.) Jadesprite is Jade without the filter of implacable strength Jade imposes on herself to fuckin cope with living on a hell island with the stuffed corpse of her grandpa who she grew up thinking literally killed himself at BEST.  god damn

Davesprite. Dave Strider with a slow long agonizing depressing arc wherein he realizes his coolkid persona won’t make anyone think of him as their best friend anymore, and in the absence of the security that persona afforded him when he was The Real Dave he has no idea what to do with himself. He’s lost, he feels aimless, untethered, incapable of being happy – and yes, Davesprite is his own character, but you can still infer a lot from Dave’s character about him – for instance, how he completely ties his self worth up in how useful he is to his friends or how worthwhile they find him and has no idea how to even BEGIN the hard journey of looking within for worth instead of relying eternally on changeable external sources. Davesprite is Dave not WITHOUT a filter but certainly with a VERY DIFFERENT one.

Homestuck does this with almost every single damn character on its roster at some point. Shows a version of them with a different or lesser or completely missing filter to highlight flaws and issues and internal struggles of all kinds. 

Homestuck is a damn deep dive into an exercise about analyzing nature vs nurture and what we’re predisposed to do and what comes from within and what is put upon us by forces out of our control, and how that line is blurry and messy and everyone has the potential to be either the worst or best version of themselves. Even Caliborn was given a choice. Hussie-The-Character explained it to him at great painstaking length. 

There are so many other examples. Jasprose is Rose without a filter, and the way Jasprose goes around gleefully calling every hot girl she sees hot and delighting smugly in knowing more than just about anyone else and lording over the information and playing smarter-than-thou games – that tells us a LOT about Rose! A LOT about what sort of urges Rose tamps down on every day in an effort to just be fucking cool! 

I bet you have things like this with yourself, right? Doesn’t everyone?

Tricksters! Look at how they act. They’re not themselves but there is plenty to glean from them. Jane immediately goes for Jake, the object of her desire, to pursue an exaggerated version of her idealized future. Trickster Jake is a passive fucking ragdoll who immediately acquiesces to everything everyone demands of him because their happiness becomes his happiness – Jake hates confrontation, so Trickster Jake is just a fucking doormat. Roxy goes for Jake AND Dirk because divorced from the guilt she normally feels for harboring desire toward either one of them she knows exactly what she wants! ETC ETC. Of course they would never do any of this shit if they weren’t high as balls and incapable of understanding the meaning of the word “consequence.” That’s the point. Seeing what they do in this situation is an interesting window in!

Brain Ghost Dirk is a version of Jake (yes, of Jake, not Dirk) without a specific filter Jake runs his own personality through before he’s comfortable presenting it to others, and you’ll notice, it’s EXTREMELY biting and critical sometimes. Jake knows what he’s about. He just buries it most of the time because that’s easier than dealing with it. 

I could seriously keep going. 

Homestuck loves to show us what our favorites do and say and ARE when basic filters go out the window. Those filters that most of us employ to make other people believe we don’t all have intrusive thoughts or bad desires or just plain old weaknesses we’re ashamed of and want to keep hidding at costs – or that we occasionally think things or think about doing things we would never ever ever do in real life are demolished or changed or temporarily suspended. 

It’s brilliant tbh. It lets us see facets of characters that would normally never really get full spotlight reveals by their very nature, especially with protagonists. 

Vriska vs (Vriska) – (Vriska) is just Vriska with some more self awareness and more willingness to let down her self-imposed filter and actually examine the shit she wants and why because watching Aranea fuck the timeline over out of motivations eerily similar to her own hardcore shook her enough to develop in that direction. (which makes sense since HER original motivations are copying Mindfang who IS alt-aranea lmao I love Homestuck)  (Vriska) is still Vriska, it’s just a very very different lens through which to view her character. 

blah blah blah blah etc there are so many examples

anyway I love Homestuck and good character writing what up

Lie to me? Steal my work? Have fun going from 52K a year to minimum wages.

(warning: long story)

Takes place back in 2014, long read with a lot of buildup to revenge. I was about a year into my job and was being recognized for my talents and promoted pretty regularly. I was constantly being used as the liaison between my company and the client companies we had business and contracts with, and literally have saved our contract companies hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Then I was approached by Amy, who was in another department, for a job opportunity in the next month or so. She was going out on medical leave and was going to train me to take over her position in the interim and then fully take it over once she came back and moved into a new role. I was ecstatic because I knew she had a salary position and that’s what I really wanted. Most of the salaried positions in the company were the kind you had direct reports and in my industry there is a lot of stupid and handholding so I was not looking forward to have to deal with that stuff, but here was this angel offering me the salary I wanted and the stepping stone I wanted to get further in the company, all without having to deal with stupidity on a daily basis! So for the next 3 weeks I’m pulled from my current duties about twice a week to train in her position. In the beginning it was really menial stuff to get aquatinted with her department but then we started getting into the bigger Excel stuff. Now her job was 90% Excel based, but in having her teach me her job and the duties and deadlines for certain things I realized she was basically flying by with basic Excel knowledge (I’m taking formulas to do math and VLOOKUPs were the majority of what she used in EVERYTHING). Now I was really okay with it and knew I could bring a lot more to the position with my knowledge and really help out the management team and showcase my expertise to them.

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I can’t get over Mitch’s story.

I just keep thinking about some old friends of mine. A guy that was an engineer at a big Atlanta recording studio and his roommate, a drummer for a band that had some promise, but never went anywhere.

The engineer worked with some of the biggest artists in the Atlanta music scene at the time (including Usher) and I just keep thinking that the same thing could have happened with his roommate, but never did. 

But with Mitch, can you imagine?  Making pizzas one day, getting a call from his buddy to do a favor for a pop star trying to go solo (can’t you just imagine Mitch’s eyeroll at who he’d be working with that first day and just thinking it’d be some extra cash), then a few months later jetting off to Jamaica and working with a massive producer, writing what would be an iconic album and then going on a worldwide tour.

I’m so happy for him in memory of all of my musician friends that weren’t in the right place at the right time, and the ones that eyerolled their way OUT of a job like that because it wasn’t cool enough (or so they thought).

You go Mitch!  We’re all rooting for you!

I’m a feminist because...

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

Growing up, my parents would always tell me to be properly dressed around my brothers. Never mind that they were walking around in short boxer briefs, it was me who had to be presentable. I was the girl, after all.

In school, I was always taught that the way I dressed affected a boy’s education. I was taught that the slight peek of my shoulder was enough to get me sent to the head office. It was much too distracting, because after all, a boy’s education had to be more important than a girl’s. At least, that was what they were teaching me.

This is why I’m a feminist.

I’m a feminist because it is 2017, and when I talk about how unfair it is that a professional athlete gets to walk away from the accusation of raping a girl without a single ding to their career, I’m some sort of radical that needs to calm down. Because that poor girl’s life will never be the same, but said athlete’s career is perfectly intact.

I’m a feminist because my aunt says things like, “Oh, those feminists, they just need to shave their armpits and get over it.” Because somehow the grooming of my body hair has everything to do with the rights I’m fighting for.

I’m a feminist because people still think you must have a vagina to be considered a woman.

I’m a feminist because I am 20 years old, and when I tell people I’m not sure I want to have kids, they look at me like I just defied all womankind.

I’m a feminist because when mothers choose to work rather than stay at home with their children, they aren’t doing “enough.”

I’m a feminist because when fathers choose to stay at home with their children rather than work, they somehow aren’t as “manly.”

I’m a feminist because parents still won’t let their sons play with Barbies.

I’m a feminist because young boys are taught that crying is bad. Showing emotion is bad, better to bottle it up and never feel. If you cry, you’re a girl, and no one wants to be a girl.

I’m a feminist because when my family talks about the Women’s March that happened yesterday, they say things like, “What’s protesting going to change?” and “They’re honestly just wasting their time. Nobody’s going to listen to them.” Never mind that the country we are living in found its freedom through protesting—No Taxation Without Representation. But I suppose that’s okay. It was men protesting then.

I’m a feminist because when my aunt saw a picture of a man marching with women yesterday, she snorted and said, “What’s he doing there? Doesn’t he have something better to do?” Her seven year old son was sitting next to her.

I’m a feminist because a highly qualified politician lost the presidential election to a less than mediocre businessman who based his campaign on misogyny, racism, bigotry, and slander. Because this country would rather see an over privileged, racist, homophobic, white man, whose years of experience sums up to zero, in office rather than a woman whose qualifications are more than his will ever be. Because I somehow have to have years of experience before I can even get my first job, but Donald Trump can get sworn into office without a single day of political experience.

I’m a feminist because the President of the United States speaks vilely of women and all minorities, and I’m the terrible one for disliking him.

I’m a feminist because I get made fun of for being a feminist.

I’m a feminist because I want the next generation of girls to live in a better world than mine.

I’m a feminist for these reasons and so many others.

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

I was doing you a favor by playing the long game...

I too was playing yet another long game by holding on to this for so long.

SO I had read earlier today the owner of a previous job of mine passed away. This was a place that tried to screw me pretty hard and I took some pro revenge on. It drug up some angry old feelings, so why not take an equal dose of catharsis?

WARNING: This is a doozy so strap in if you dare, no TL;DR it wouldn’t do justice.

So this takes place almost a decade ago. I was working as a department manager for a fairly large privately owned pest control company. Their color scheme was black and yellow, much like the taxi’s the owner’s dad used to drive. Since the taxi industry would be around for ever(hello Uber/Lyft) so would this pest control company, (this is important later) or so the owner used to parrot constantly. My job was to over see the techs doing treatments and set their stops and generally manage assorted insect control services, inventory, payroll for that dept, etc etc. I had taken the job from the owners son who took it from the previous manager who they demoted and yet stayed in the dept…this is important later. The owners son was a late 30’s early 40’s man child. I mean if he had dialed it back a few degrees he would have been an awesome guy, but anytime booze was involved he was a mess. If it was weed, he turned into the stereo typical obnoxious stoner making nothing but bad Jamaican accented jokes. He also hit on anything younger than him that moved…while being married w a pregnant wife. But I digress, the owner was a piece of work too, old Jewish guy who was as racist as he was old, not with any kind of seething hatred. Just a “this is the way it is” type attitude. My fave line of his, “The sky is blue, Ch#@ks know math, N@&ers are lazy, Jews know gold. What else is new” Like it was the most clever thing of all time. Finally now on to the revenge and need for such.

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lost control (m)

Originally posted by rapdaegu

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: semi-crack, smut, sub! jin
words: 8,872
summary: you’ve always wondered what it would feel like to take control in the bedroom for once and Seokjin’s more than happy to let you do as you please…

a/n: I don’t even know what this is lmao. A mixture of comedy and smut, so I have fun !! Oh, and if you see the word mommy somewhere, don’t be alarmed, there is no kink of that name in this house !!!! Ooo and also, my anniversary has just past—I started this tumblr with a Seokjin fic so it’s only fair I write one to celebrate ONE whole year!! Love you guys, thank you so much for reading!!

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‘Any advice for starting uni?’ … Learn to use a laundromat. Basically if there’s any household chores that you’ve been kind of lazy and leaving to your family to help you out with, you need to learn to do them. You need to learn to shop for basic supplies, you need to learn to cook, you need to learn to clean, you need to learn to do your laundry. ‘Cause you might be like 'I know how to do my laundry’ and then you get shoved into a queue in a laundromat, honestly traumatising. When I was at Manchester Uni, I’m like 'okay, got to go wash some clothes’. I go down there. There’s like a hundred people. I start freaking out, 'cause you know, people, outside, you know, experience. And they’re like queuing and I’ve never used a laundromat 'cause my family had a washing machine, so I was like 'I literally don't know how to work this machine’. What’s the etiquette of waiting? Do you just leave your clothes because then I’ve heard horror stories of people like taking other people’s clothes out and I was just like *freak*. So you need to… That’s what I say. Join some societies, even if you don’t go to them. Because it’s good to make friends and just get to know people. 'Cause the thing is, at university these days - and I don’t care how old or young you are - you can join a club. There will be something that represents you. There’ll be a YouTube fan club, there’ll be an anime club and you might be like 'I don’t like meeting people and making friends. That’s scary’. If you’re at university and you go to a freaking anime society, everyone there is going to be a weeb nerd like you and then  you’re probably going to make a couple of friends. And even if they’re not your best friends ever, sometimes it’s just nice to know some people. And if they have like some crappy activities or you meet up every Wednesday, it’s just nice to have some human contact regularly in your life.
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@danielhowell​ during his live show on the 4th of July 2017

Quotes from Dan (65/?)

Helpful advice for those starting university in the autumn. (I wished I joined more societies in the beginning to be honest).

The Pen Men

Matt and I started serving at the Uptown Café a year after we had planned to start college. Of course, as lazy as we are, we never actually got around to applying for classes. You know how it goes. One second you’re graduating high school and moving in with your best friend and then the next 5 years have gone by and all you have to show for it is the double bedroom apartment y’all can barely afford and the half-decent part time job that had, at some point, turned into a less than half-decent full time job. I don’t mind living like this, at least we were having fun, but for some reason Matt really had a problem with everything. He’s a lot like me- he likes to party and shit. We’d go out and have a good time, until it seemed he didn’t want to have one anymore. I guess that’s why he moved in with that other guy- what was his name? Brent? I don’t know, and I don’t really care. It was supposed to be Matt and I against the world… until one day it wasn’t. Out of the blue, all of a sudden, blah blah blah. Yeah, it hurt me. Not as much as I would’ve expected it to, though. He’d been distant for a while, drinking a lot and not really doing much outside of going to work and dropping in on the occasional party. I’d been missing the old Matt, the one who’d do stupid shit with me and never failed to make a room light up with his winning smile and sense of humor. So, when he got down, I really wasn’t surprised that he got picked up by some new guy that easily. Just kinda sucked that I had to move too- there was no way I could afford that apartment on my own. Not to mention that things at work started getting a little weird after that.


Anyway, enough moaning about how Matt’s kinda shitty. I’m not entirely sure it was all his fault, too. After he moved in with that new guy, there were two solid months where things didn’t add up. He stopped answering pretty much all texts, even from our other close friends and coworkers, and dropped shifts left and right at the Uptown Café. And when he did show up to work you could tell that he was getting really, well, fat. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t huge or anything. But between the two of us, we’d never weighed more than 320 lbs combined. Working out was never our thing after high school, but both of us still had light abs on our slim frames up until that point. We played some sports in high school, Matt was even better than me at most of them. He’s 5’11 and semi muscular- of course he’d do well. His thick thighs even got him a baseball scholarship that he never used. That’s why I was surprised that day when Matt showed up at the Café carrying a small gut on him. His jeans were tight and his black polo was having trouble staying tucked in. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t insanely turned on. The only reason we were best friends and never anything more is because he was always too skinny for me. Matt knew that too, he’d hit on me a few times throughout the years but I always told him I like some meat on my man’s bones. He definitely wasn’t lacking in the looks department either. Dark and scruffy, handsome features. He got his fair attention from guys around town. So when he showed up carrying a few extra pounds, I was more than excited. I started thinking that the new Brent guy might not be so bad for Matt after all, even if I could tell that I was losing one of my closest friends.

Nobody at work mentioned Matt’s weight gain, despite how apparent it was. He started eating on the clock, stealing food from the kitchen. Not just bites here and there, but taking actual meals off trays and stealing pastries from the bakery. The kitchen got pissed, but Matt never cared. When I talked to him about it he always said he didn’t know what I was talking about and smile, like he was being bashful about it. It was obvious he’d been pigging out, though. As his little gut grew I found him more and more often next to whatever food line he was stealing from, holding his belly and burping to relieve the pressure. Those last two months at the café, he actually seemed happy again. Bloated and happy. It was a nice change to see, I was starting to feel like I had my old friend back personality wise. Best part was that he didn’t even mention Brent once, and I wasn’t about to bring him up. Not when it felt like I finally might have something with the fattening friend.

The day Matt quit was the last day I saw him. It’s been half a year and I still remember it like it just happened. I was taking a table’s order and Matt walked into the Café in uniform, but his clothes didn’t fit at all. We hadn’t seen him in over two weeks, and it looked like all he’d been doing since his last shift was eating. His face looked fuller, like a double chin was starting- his scruff was swelling out around his not-so-sharp jawline. His polo was tight at the top and unbuttoned. His chest looked soft, like you could poke it. His gut bounced with each step, you could really tell because the polo didn’t cover him bellybutton down. I’d seen that happy trail a thousand times around our old apartment, but it never drove me so wild until I saw it stretched out by the new blubber. I wanted to poke his lovehandles so bad, to trace his fresh stretch marks with my narrow fingertips. His biggest pair of jeans couldn’t contain his girth, and neither could his underwear. There was a good two inch gap between the button and the button hole, and a good amount of fat pad spilled over his underwear that he couldn’t pull up all the way. As he walked passed me going to the back office, he winked at me and his softer face folded into a slight smile. I looked down and saw his belly bounce one last time. As he walked away, his slightly sweaty (it was a hot day) ass crack smiled at me too. His ass demanded my attention, straining the seams of his jeans down into his thick thighs. I gave my attention back to the men at my table, who’d barely noticed Matt walking by. A few minutes later I caught a glimpse out of the window of Brent walking Matt back to his car, twirling some kind of pen in his left hand. And that was the last time I saw my now beefy best friend. Rumors soon circulated that he quit that day, and everyone moved on.

That was half a year ago. Not much has changed besides the apartment I live in. I’ve made some new friends, gotten some good tables at work. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to get up the nerve to go see him. The fact that he ignored my text and calls after smiling at me before leaving the job we got together was confusing, to say the least. But here I am, half a year later and just as confused as I was 6 months ago, at the steps of Brent’s high end apartment that Matt moved into, last I heard. I raise my fist, thinking about how Matt must’ve been at least 200 pounds last time I saw him, and knock a few times. Don’t salivate, you’ve known him since you were little. Don’t be gross.

A few seconds later I hear a deadbolt unlatch and Brent opens the door, shirtless. He’s definitely cute, if you’re in to tall, blond muscular men who wear cotton shorts and no underwear. His dick’s big, in case you’re wondering. God, I don’t even think he’s hard. Instantly I’m a little intimidated.

“Hey,” I start, “I’m an old friend of Matt’s. Is he home?”

He leans on the doorframe, his bicep bulging with the tension. “Yeah! He’s in here man,” Brent confirms in a friendly tone, “you wanna come in? He’s in the shower but it’ll only be a sec. I don’t think we’ve properly met, I’m Brent.” He extends his large hand served with a smile.

I shake his hand, it’s wet. “I’m Matt’s old roommate, coworker, whatever… Hayden.” I wipe my hand on my jeans and Brent gestures for me to come inside.

“Ah, sorry about the wet hand! Just got done helping out with some shower problems.” Brent says and wipes his hand off on his shorts, too. The main hallway is dark, but Brent leads me from the side by placing his huge hand on the small of my back. My cock twitches from the touch- how’d he know that area is basically my second g-spot? I’m hoping him and Matt haven’t talked too much about me. As friendly as Brent’s acting, things could turn at any second. This all seems a little… convenient.

The hallway opens up to an expansive living room that’s piled high with junk food. All around the room, in shoulder high stacks, lay boxes of danishes, snack cakes, chips, ramen, candy and sodas. Brent’s sizable kitchen overlooks the living room and is equipped with two refrigerators and a deep freezer. Everything has a pretty modern look, but the sleek look is slightly tainted by the immense amount of packaged food laying out in the open. Despite that, though, Brent definitely knows how to style a room.

Instantly things are making both more and less sense simultaneously. As confused as I am, I follow Brent into the kitchen.

“Welcome to Chez Moi! Make yourself at home man, no shirts allowed. Go ahead, throw it anywhere.” Brent instructs. I follow his orders and throw my well-fitting black polo onto the granite counter, despite being more uncomfortable every second. It feels like he’s eying me up like I’m some kind of prized pig he’s going to want to bring to the faire.

“So…” I try, tapping my finger on the countertop, “how long do you think Matt’s going to be in the shower?”

“Not much longer man, he was almost done last time I checked. It’s been taking him a little longer than it used to in there, that’s for sure.”

My cock twitches at the thought that Matt might’ve put on even more weight, if that’s what he’s insinuating. I’m glad my jeans are dark, I don’t need Brent seeing the precum stains. I want to probe more. “He always used to take pretty quick showers, what do you think takes him longer?” I ask.

“Probably all the weight he’s put on,” Brent answers with a slight laugh. I shift a bit to adjust my cock in my jeans and Brent looks down at my crotch. “Yeah man I know you like the sound of that, trust me I’m into it too- ya know, big guys and all. It’s a good thing though, you wouldn’t be here right now if we weren’t! Even had an officer influence you to come over.”

“What do you-“ I’m cut off by the sound of a door closing down the hall. Matt’s footsteps sound… heavy. Very heavy. When I see him attempt to walk through the door head on, I’m shocked. He’s huge, absolutely massive. He can’t even fir through the door without turning to the side. Even his side profile is massive, the way his bulbous belly sticks out so far. Matt’s chubby fingers grab a few bags of powered donuts off the top of a pile of junk food and sits naked on the couch, turning on the tv.

“Yeah,” Brent whispers in my ear, “He’s a fat one now. Go ahead, go say hello! Don’t be shy, y’all used to be best friends.” He nudges the small of my back and I stumble forward a little, overcome with lust. I look back at Brent and he reassuringly nods at me with those beautiful green eyes.

“Hey Matt, it’s me.” I say, wandering around the junk food piles over to the couch. Matt’s blubbery face looks over his shoulder, but he can’t see me. Too much lard in the way. I sit on the arm of the couch, right next to his lardy shoulder.

This man, the man I’ve known since we were kids, the skinny man that got basically any guy he wanted, must be over 400 lbs. I can’t believe it’s real, I can’t believe it’s him. But I look into his dark eyes and know that it’s Matt. His face is almost unrecognizable with lard, it’s like he’s been lost. His double chin melds into his full cheeks, and his scruff is untidy. I want to jiggle that chin so bad, but my eyes lead me down. His arms are two giant sausages compared to what the semi muscular biceps he used to have. They push against his moobs, where his pecs used to be. His chest has bloated into two fat cantaloupes connects slightly in the middle, they’re like a shelf over his huge, slightly hairy belly and they blend into his back fat.  His gut sticks way out in front of him and is completely soft, covered in dark red stretchmarks and a more generous happy trail. It’s almost perfectly round, just slightly obscured where his huge lovehandles fold over. As Matt struggles to look at me, his whole torso jiggles slowly. Unfortunately he’s leaning enough to where his lap is covered by his huge belly, but his thighs, stuffed full with lard, are clearly visible. They push against each other as the big boy tries to keep his oversized legs closed. The bottom of his belly wins, though, and his fat legs are forced slightly apart to make room. Even his calves and ankles are fat, completed with blubber filled toes. From head to toe he’s a complete fatty, and I can’t control myself.

Matt bashfully looks at me, like he’s half concerned that he’s naked in front of me. “Hey Hayden, is that you? Long time no see!” I didn’t think he’d be excited to see me, but I’m glad he is.

“Yeah it’s been a minute, a lot’s changed.” I say as I look him up and down to see if he’ll acknowledge his size change. “You’re not exactly easy to get ahold of.”

“Well I lost my phone awhile back and I’ve been too busy to go get a new one…” Matt responds.

“Oh, busy?” I say, watching his chubby fingers reach into a bag of mini donuts and shove one between his plump lips. “Have you gotten a new job since quitting at the Café?”

Brent interjects, walking in shirtless from the kitchen, muscular pecs bouncing. “Matt doesn’t really work anymore. He prefers it here, right Matt?” He asks with a shake of Matt’s fat covered shoulder. His body quakes.

“Oh yeah, I love it here.” Matt says in response. “Brent’s got everything you could need. You should really try it sometime, Hayden. Brent knows his way around a kitchen.”

“Thaaaat’s right Matt, and you know your way around a dining table.” Brent says, poking Matt’s belly and letting the fat bounce back out. Matt doesn’t even pay attention, he’s focused on the donuts. “Ya know, Hayden, I could use a word with you back in the kitchen. I know you must be a little interested in what’s going on!.”

Back in the kitchen, out of Matt’s earshot, Brent gets to explaining. “Sorry man, this whole thing must be weird for you. I was confused too when I was in your position, so I’ll answer any questions in just a minute. First though, let me tell you about the company I work for for. We call ourselves the Pen Men, lame I know. But it makes sense because we operate with these little things.” Brent takes a white ballpoint pen out of his shorts pocket and starts twirling it. “This is where it gets freaky, man. We can limitedly control other people with this shit! All you gotta do is concentrate and then click the pen, and boom they’re under our spell. They’ll eat as much as you want for as long as you want, in a nutshell. Look at what I did to your buddy Matt, he doesn’t even notice he’s fuckin 430 lbs man! This sounds nuts, but I know you’re into it. You wanna give it a go?”

I’m overwhelmed by all of this information at once, he’s about to let me try out this pen that lets me make anyone as fat as I want them to be? “Okay if this is true, then fuck yeah I want to try it.” I say. Brent looks me in the eye and clicks the pen, it emits a flash of light, but I won’t remember that in two seconds.

I’m a little dazed from the click, but jesus christ my stomach hurts like it never has before. “What the hell did you do to me, Brent?”

“Man I just tried the pen out on you, look down you’re huge!” Brent tells me, gesturing to my swollen middle.

“That doesn’t make sense…” I say, holding my swollen tummy. I haven’t put on any weight, it just feels like I’ve eaten more than I ever have in my life. I burp to relieve the press so that I don’t have to stay doubled over. “Did it fill me with food?”

“Nah man, look,” Brent says, grabbing a tablet off the counter. “I put you under for the last hour and this is what you did!” He opens up a video taken on his living room security camera. I see myself in fast forward enter the room and grab a pile of junk food. I sat my skinny ass on the couch and ate 10 bags of chips, half a dozen sodas, and half of a sheet cake. After I ate as much as I could possibly hold, I waddle back to the spot that I started in, right next to Brent. “The damage is all there.” Brent points at the couch, where Matt is greedily leaning back and eating the rest of my cake with his hands. “See? It really works! I knew you thought I was full of bullshit man.”

My eyes grow wide, still confused as to what exactly Brent wants me for. “So you’re gonna hypnotize me and make me as big as Matt??”

“Nooooo dude that was my plan origionally,” Brent tells me, “But the Pen Men want you as one of us, they wouldn’t let me have you. I was pissed at first but maybe one day you’ll end up back in my living room!” He puts his meaty hand on the small of my back and pulls me close. “I couldn’t let you go without trying my pen on you at least once, slim… So what do you say? Do you want to be a Pen Man?”

My response is immediate. “I absolutely do.”


Part two

“Great,” Brent says. “Ya know, I almost wish you would’ve said no. Anyone who says no to the Pen Men ends up just like Matt over there!”

I’m not extremely happy about that, but there’s one thing I can’t get out of my mind. “As fucked as that is, Brent, are we allowed to fuck the fat ones?” I’m more horny than I am embarrassed after asking that.

“Of course we can!” Brent says. “Hey Matt, lube yourself up!”

Matt, like a trained dog, reaches over to the side of the couch and picks up a bottle of lube and stats pouring it all over his fat folds. You can hear them slurping from the kitchen, waiting for my cock. I take off the rest of my clothes and walk over to Matt, my bloated stomach leading me. Matt’s eyes are looking at me like they’ve never looked at me before as he lays back on the couch, done covering himself in lube. I hit my rock hard cock against his gigantic belly and send his hole body quivering. Months ago he was just a basket ball sized gut. He was just a thin man who’d been eating a little too much lately, but now he’s so much more. Leaning over him, I slide my head in between his moob and belly fold and let it slide in and out. God he’s so fucking fat, I can’t handle it. My taut abdomen is jamming into his gigantic soft one, a feeling I’m not used to. I take my dick and jam it into his fat folds and he moans like a fat boy who hasn’t eaten in half an hour. I never thought I’d hear that sound from him, sounds almost like the grunts he’d make when he played baseball. I pulse in and out quickly, not able to control myself. He jiggles more and more as I get more intense before I finally cum a huge load all over his belly. He reaches for a box of pizza he’d been working on earlier, not caring that he’s still lubed up and has my cum all over him.

Matt looks up at me. “Will you finish me off? For old times sake?” He says with those fat guy eyes, looking at me the same way he looks at the box of pizza.

             “Sure, fatass, I’ve got you.” I say and slide my tired, bloated body next to him. I dig under his fat, slippery belly until I feel his now small dick poking straight up. That thing used to be a lot bigger, but now there’s so much more in the way. I give him a half assed handjob, it’s not easy fighting against his 430 lbs man gut. It doesn’t take him long to squirt out, his sex drive definitely not what it used to be. Maybe Brent keeps him overused, I know I would.

             Brent walks into the room, naked and hard, and throws a towel at me. “Aight man, your ride’s here. Dry off and go out to the black SUV outside. I’ve got some biiiiiiig business to take care of,” he says as he sits on Matt’s fat thighs and sticks his dick into Matt’s gut. He looks at me. “ Hopefully one day you’ll end up in my living room.. You know you way out?”

             “Yeah, it’s just down the hall.” I say. “Hey, Brent, thanks for everything… Hopefully one day you’ll end up in my living room too.” I throw the towel down and wink at him, grabbing my clothes and heading out the door. Before I close the door I can hear the squelching of lubed up fat and Brent’s loud moans echoing through the apartment. I really do hope he ends up in my living room, someday. He’d look stunning with a few hundred pounds.

             I quickly hop into the backseat of the black SUV parked right in front of the building, now dressed back in my Uptown Café uniform. It’s an extremely nice interior, but the partition keeps me from seeing the driver’s area of the car. In the other middle seat sits a man with black hair and sharp features wearing sunglasses. He pulls out a white pen, and before I can protest I’m coming-to sitting in what looks like a stainless steel interrogation room.

             “Hello Hayden, welcome to this area’s Pen Men headquarters,” The slender man from the car says to me. “If you’ll follow me we can start our tour. I’m sure you’re full of questions. I’m Officer Halting, by the way.” He seems really friendly, if not explicitly professional.

             I stand up, not even dazed after being under the pen’s spell for god knows how long. Officer Halting takes me through the long white tiled hallways, showing me certain rooms for surveillance, coffee, problem management, recreation, and all that trivial stuff. Finally, we end up in a room that looks like an extremely modern, open windowed, multi level library. Except instead of books, the shelves carry rows and rows of small mahogany boxes, the perfect size for holding pens. You can see on the second floor there’s a wall of screens right up where the elegant stairwell ends.

             “Right this way, Hayden.” Officer Halting leads me straight up to the wall of screens. His black dress shoes click on the tiled floor. “Let me demonstrate the functions of our pens. As I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, clicking the pens will unleash a flash and put your target, or targets, under a spell. But there’s a bit more to these functions that I must explain.

             First thing’s first. If you ever need to come to headquarters- maybe you have a question or maybe you just want to talk to some other agents- just press the button at the bottom and your pen will glow green. A shuttle car will appear for you within half an hour.

Now If you’ll look here, you’ll see a switch that you can slide. This will choose if you want your man, or men, to remember what happens under hypnosis. Slide it white to remember, or black if you want them in a trance. Today you’ve had the black option used on you several times. As you may have noticed, it’s completely painless. For most intents and purposes, our Agents generally stick with keeping the pens on white mode. If you ever choose to let your men out of white hypnosis, they’ll find they’ve come to like being huge and won’t stop their habits. With the black option, they usually form habits with eating that don’t stop. It won’t be a quick weight gain like the post white hypnoisis option, but there should still be weight gain. In addition, the men usually get freaked out that they’ve gained, say, 200 lbs. That’s not so desirable, unless you’re into that. The decision is yours, Hayden.

Unsurprisingly, our agents often make mistakes, and that’s okay. Hypnosis is a funny tool that’s not meant to be learned overnight. But there are ways of correcting these mistakes. If you look at my pen here, you’ll see a button on the side. Now this button is extremely important, and if you use it you will undergo a trial by the Pen Men board here at headquarters.  As for the functionality, you press the button and the whole pen takes on a red hue. If you then click the pen, a red flash will be emitted and will alter everyone who could’ve seen your mistake’s perception of the situation to make more sense. You’ve actually experienced the usage of the red alert function before, believe it or not. Take a look at the screen.”

             The screens join together to make one picture. The video starts with a black background and the words “Agent Brent, Target Matt- 212 lbs, Uptown Café”. A video from the cameras at my job flies onto the huge screen. Immediately I recognize the day. I’m over at a table taking an order when Matt walks in, a lot skinnier than I just saw him. His clothes fit just like how I remember them fitting that day, but he doesn’t march straight to the back office, and he doesn’t even look at me. Matt goes and clocks in as he usually would, and he’s getting a lot of stares from customers. He did not fit in those clothes at all. Matt heads to the back and the video shifts to the kitchen’s cameras. Matt walks into the freezer and picks up a 5 gallon carton of ice cream. He throws the lid on the ground and takes the ice cream to the pastry area, out in front of the customers. He grabs a handful of cookies and starts scooping up ice cream, then shoves the food into his mouth. Ice cream is dripping down his slight double chin and crumbs falling are all over his tight polo. Shit’s landing on his exposed belly, it wouldn’t be pretty for anyone to see, except for people like me. You see me walking over to Matt and saying some stuff to him, but he doesn’t even notice me, he just keeps cramming cookies and ice cream into his mouth. It’s apparent he’s getting stuffed because he’s leaning back and his basket ball sized gut is getting pushed out more and more. You can physically see him grunt as he stuffs more food into himself- the customers are disgusted with the melted ice cream sticking to the hairs on his bloated gut. Within a few minutes our boss comes out and starts yelling what looks like “GET OUT” at Matt and points at the door, but Matt doesn’t seem to notice. Brent comes running in on the madness and his pen glows red. He clicks the pen and a red flash is emitted. My coworkers and I quickly clean up the mess and everything returns to normal. Brent and Matt walk out of the restaurant and I’m back at my table taking their order, like I had never gotten it.

             “Wow,” I express. “I never had any idea all of that happened. That’s really powerful for just a pen.”

             “Yes sir.” Officer Halting confirms. “They’re extremely powerful tools and they will not be misused. If you misuse the pens, consequences will entail.

             I want to reiterate to you, Hayden, that this business is a lot more influential than you may think. Have you noticed anyone going missing over the past few years? Maybe they go on vacation and never return.”

             I think for a second. “Actually one of our managers, Lance Brown, went on vacation to Orlando a few months ago and we heard he ended up getting transferred there. Is that true?”

             “Lance Brown? Let’s see here…” Officer Halting says as he types away into the keyboard in front of the screen. “It looks like he got sucked in to a small town pig farm in Georgia… let’s see if we can get an individual camera on him…” Some more typing. “Aha, here he is.”

             The screens glow up with the live video footage of what looks like a fancy dining hall in some kind of mansion. There are a number of long, sturdy tables lined all the way down with rich and heavy foods, as if all the immense men are having a feast. Every seat is filled with a man stuffing his face, all ranging in size. I only see the full picture for a second but the larger men, who probably can’t fit in the chairs, are laying naked on the ground belly up, food falling into their obese mouths. Several naked muscular men walk the aisles, refilling platters that have been emptied by the fat men sitting around them. Officer Halting zooms in on a group of medium sized guys, all hovering around 300-ish lbs.

             “The one facing us is Lance Brown,” He tells me.

             I take a closer look. “Holy shit, that’s him! What is that place?” I ask as I look at my old manager. He’s wearing black slacks that have ripped down his dark, fat thighs and a very stained white button up that’s missing most of the buttons. The button around his moobs still hangs on, as my old manager shoves another piece of fried chicken into his chubby mouth. It kind of looks like he’s even made friends with the other fat men. He used to be so health conscious, it’s shocking to see him getting so big and pigging out like that.

             “This,” Officer Halting explains, “Is one of our pig farms. It’s a small town, population 3,000, that has been taken over by our agents. You see, our whole goal is to make the world fat. We’ve been in operation since this country was created, but in recent years the US government has hired our agencies to sedate the entire country, and then all others. Right now we already have headquarters in most of the western world, but the US is by far the farthest along. The world leaders need us to help our species come to peace, and this is the route they chose. As for our agents, we only choose men who are into fattening other men beyond all limits. That’s why you’re here, Hayden. We need you to help us.

             In our program, you’ll start off by learning to use your pen on one target. Once you feel you have a handle on it, we’ll allow you to control more and more men as you attempt to rise through the ranks. Be warned, though. Thing can get complicated. There are several agents in every town, and it’s a tad too many. You can choose other agents to be your pig, it’s not uncommon for our agents to be taken over. If you’ll look at our screen here, in this farm you’ll see over in this corner the man who originally owned the farm is currently being fucked by the man who took over the farm.”

The screens zoom into a corner on a very large man with caramel skin. The computer detects his face and shows a picture of what he used to look like. Tall, muscular, piercing eyes and wavy hair that any guy couldn’t say no to. Over the picture are the words ‘Agent Mark, taken over. 170-545 lbs’ The man in the video is being fucked by some pale guy with brown hair who’d actually look really good if someone took him over. Currently old Agent Mark lays on all fours, his huge gut wet and touching the ground. I can almost hear it slapping. All his blubber pulsates every time the other agent pounds another one into him. They both look extremely satisfied, despite the fact that Agent Mark used to be the skinny one fucking huge pigs.

“Anywho,” Officer Halting says, brining our focus back to reality. “You’ll figure all of this out as it goes. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll own a city, maybe even a state if you’re lucky. I think we covered pretty much all of our bases here Hayden, so unless you have any questions we’ll be dropping you off back at your apartment.”

Part 3

I come-to in my bed at my single bedroom apartment. On my nightstand sits a mahogany box that holds an exact replica of the pens Brent and Officer Halting had. A list of instructions lays inside, along with the note that for the first 3 months I’ll only be able to put one man under, and during that time the other agents won’t be able to hypnotize me. Sounds like a good deal to me. The only problem is that I can’t figure out who I should use my pen on. None of my friends particularly pique my interest… There’s always my old basketball coach that’s stayed in pretty good shape if I want more of a daddy, or maybe that cute guy from the supermarket that always offers to carry my groceries to my car for me. Then it hits me- Kyle. He was on my high school swimming team and would always try to start shit with me. He even got a job at the Uptown Café a few years ago, and he’s been a jerk to me lately. Stealing my tables and telling me I should pick them up faster, talking shit about me to our managers, just petty things. But damn that man is good looking. 6’ even and 170 lbs of lean muscle- his black undercut always looks better than mine and his facial features are so strong they could lift weights. He’d be perfect.

Technically the Pen Men pay all of my bills now, but I don’t immediately quit my job. I need this last shift to hook Kyle. A whole day has passed where I haven’t touched my pen, but I know Kyle’s working the morning shift too.

Work’s just like normal, I work my shift and keep an eye on Kyle to make sure he won’t leave without me getting him. I finish up a little bit earlier than normal, so I ask Kyle if he can help me lift some stuff in the back because I’m just too weak. He eats that shit up like how he’s about to eat all the food the Pen Men are delivering today.

“Okay Kyle, the stuff’s right over here.” I say as I take out my pen, making sure the setting’s on white.

“Are you stupid?” Kyle taunts, “There’s nothing here.”

“You’re right,” I tell him. “Let me just…” I click the pen and the flash of light glazes over Kyle’s eyes for a second. He looks at me- I’m not sure what to say. “Ummm here are my keys, go to my car.”

“I’m done early? Or are you just too stupid to finish on time?” Kyle asks me.

“Don’t be rude, you’re my friend Kyle. Now go to my car.” I instruct. I guess this isn’t foolproof.

“Oh, right, okay. Can we get food on the way home?”

//

Back at my apartment the Pen Men have already set my cozy place up with piles of food similar to Brent’s and they even brought in an extra refrigerator. Nothing as fancy as Brent’s place, but maybe they’ll offer me something better in the future.

Kyle walks in and immediately starts eating the food without me telling him to do so. I remember Officer Halting telling me that under the pen, they’ll keep eating until they’ve reached their absolute capacity. It keeps them gaining extremely fast. When they’re not eating, they sleep, unless you tell them to do otherwise. This is working out to being a lot easier than I thought I’d be. I tell Kyle to take off his clothes and I’m glad to see his cock’s a good eight inches hard. He’s got a nice amount of body hair too. More than Matt’s happy trail but not too much either. Too bad I’m not into him yet. He’s done a good job of keeping his muscles in shape since leaving high school. At least that’ll all be gone soon enough.

//

First month with Kyle is over and man has it been insane. Kyle’s like the roommate I always wanted. He eats like a pig all day, constantly stuffed, and never complains about anything. Laying back, burping, then shoving more food into himself. He never says he’s full or doesn’t want to eat. He just always wants to eat and it’s magical.

Kyle’s even kind of nice to talk to when he’s not putting me down all the time. He comes from a messed up family and I think that’s why he can be such an asshole. He’s got a lot of cool opinions about the world, a different outlook that I don’t always get myself. It’s kind of refreshing having him as a roommate. He doesn’t really get off the couch unless he has to use the bathroom, and I’ve been falling asleep in his arms the past two weeks. On average I’d say he gains a little bit more than a pound a day, but his capacity has really grown. At first he could eat one large pizza in a sitting but now he can eat over three if I keep them coming. And his gut! All that not working out and being lazy is really looking good on him. Of course he still has a lot of muscle, but it’s all bloated with over 30 lbs of blubber. It’s hard telling how big he actually is because he’s always stuffed huge. When I come home from going out I always find him sleeping or eating on the couch, belly extended outwards and bigger than ever. His pecs are probably my favorite thing because they’re such a hot ex jock thing. Half muscle and so much fat that they’re like pillows. I can’t wait for them to get way bigger. And that ass is growing so much! It’s so much more jiggly and bouncy than it used to be. He’ll make a great bottom one day.

I still live my life, party with my friends and go out, but my life’s changed a lot. Without having to work, I’m free to have this pig jerk me off all day while he eats donut holes. I could really get used to living like this.

///

Today marks the day that I can now be taken over by another agent- I got an email from the Pen Men warning me to be cautious and on the offensive. I’m honestly not too worried, though. All the friends I’ve made at headquarters are really nice and I can’t really think of anyone who’ll come for me.

As for Kyle? Well he weighed in at a hefty 278 today, having gained more than 100 lbs since he’s been with me. I really do want another man soon, but I want to finish out Kyle first. Watching him blow up is ridiculous. I don’t understand how he doesn’t go insane watching tv all day, but he’s happy as a clam. I can’t see any more of his muscle, which is freaking great. He’s a blubber boy now, back fat and all. When he brings himself to stand up, he his ball belly bounces like crazy. I can’t stop sucking on his baseball sized moobs, if we’re honest. I do wish they were bigger, though. Most of that 100+ lbs has gone to his belly, which is massive. It’s firm but it’s huge! Easily twice the size of a hairy basket ball. Soon it should be getting a lot softer, if I’m right. I don’t even want to talk about his face. If you’re looking neck up it looks like he’s barely gained 10 lbs. He’s handsome… for a skinny guy. That’s okay though. His belly gets me through the night for sure.

////

Shit went down tonight. It’s been over a month since I’ve been able to be taken over and not much has changed, life’s been pretty normal. Kyle weighed in at 315 today (most of that weight has gone to his arms, legs, ass, and face. Thank god.). And he can eat over 5 large pizzas before crashing. If I rub his softer belly and jiggle him until he burps sometimes he can get close to 6 pizzas. He’s just really freaking cute when he arches his back after eating a ton and his belly bows out, huge.

Just as I was falling asleep, using Kyle’s sleeping belly as my pillow, I got shaken awake. Brent’s face was eye to eye with mine and he had me totally pinned down. Fucking Brent, I knew I should’ve tried aligning with him.

He said to me, very nicely, “Do you want black or white, man?”

OPTION 1

I’m defeated, I know it and so does he. There’s no winning here. I moan, “Guess I’ll take black. Not much can be worse.”

“Whatever you say, pig. I’ll see you in 400 lbs.” he tells me as he clicks on the pen and smiles at me, happy that I’m about to become his.

//

I come to and can’t tell how long it’s been, but I feel heavier. I can’t breathe well and every part of me feels, well, fat. I look and see that I’ve been brought to one of the pig farm dining halls. At least it’s a nice one.

I look to my left. “Kyle! Is that you?” I ask this man who looks like a 450 lbs Kyle. Super blubber yand bigger than I ever saw Matt get. He’s naked and covered in stretch marks and has gotten a little harrier, I’m really digging it. His arms and legs have finally gotten some lard on them, I wanna lay my head on them. I stare at his gigantic belly again and I can feel my dick getting hard but there’s something in the way. God, I’ve gotten fat.

“Yeah it’s me, glad you’ve come to.” Says the much bigger Kyle with a mouth full of burger. “Brent’s to your right by the way.”

I move my fat head to the right and see Brent, the jerk looks like he’s gotten even more muscular. Figures. Good news, though. He’s eating like crazy. That must be why I’m no longer under, he got taken over too. Serves the douche bag right.

“Hey Brent” I say, still defeated. “Who got you?”

He looks over at me, not shocked by the size of my body. Maybe I haven’t gained too much weight. Or maybe he’s just used to my size because he saw me eat myself huge. Anyway. Brent puts down his bowl of mashed potatoes and exposes his bloated gut. “Ah man it was that guy over there. He got me good, too.” He points over at a Mediterranean guy who must be 6’6 and hung as hell, walking around shoving his dick into random fat folds. That could’ve been me. The man stops at a guy who must be 600 lbs laying on all fours all greased up. I’d recognize that fat face anywhere, it’s Matt. God that could’ve been me, fucking my old skinny roommate after he’s gained over 450 lbs of blubber. He even looks like he’s ready to be fucked, he’s so plump and not saggy at all. The perfect fat sausage.

             I decide it’s time to look down at myself before I give into the cravings that are hitting me hard. Jesus I must be over 300 lbs, I’m huge for me! I used to have abs, I wore size 28 pants and a medium shirt- I was skinny! And now I have stretch marks, chubby moobs, a double chin and fucking love handles. I play with my the back of my obese ass and my dick grows hard. I can’t jerk off here, though. Maybe if I get fat enough the hot man will fuck me. I grab a loaf of bread and start shoving it down my thick throat.

OPTION 2

             I can’t let Brent win, I need to see Kyle get massive. I need to use my head, Brent’s not smart. I am.

“Kyle!” I yell. “Take my pen and click it when I say go!”

“Man, that’s not going to work,” Brent tells me as hefty Kyle lazily bends over with trouble and grabs my pen out of my pocket. He looks extra full and he can’t breathe well. “I have you pinned, you can’t do anything.”

Brent looks to the side to see if Kyle has the pen; he does. While he’s distracted I slam my face into Brent’s eye and he screams. I yell, “GO” and Kyle clicks the pen while Brent’s looking at me in confusion and pain. His eyes glaze over. I’ve won and I’m smiling in victory “Alright Brent, I’m moving into your place because I think Matt might be too fat to move, so carry me over to your apartment. Kyle, follow us.”

             At Brent’s place I see that Matt has grown to over 500 lbs and is so plump that I can barely control myself. I start dry fucking him and Brent and Kyle start eating on the couch. We might need to expand the furniture in here soon with the way I’m going to be having Brent balloon.

             The next day I get a letter in the mail from the Pen Men saying that Brent’s place is officially mine and that my stuff will be moved in soon. They encourage me to try to make alliances and build relationships with other agents. One person can’t rule the whole world, they remind me.

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             Over the next few months I start realizing that my town is slowly getting taken over by the Pen Men, and it’s fantastic. I’ve slowly gotten all of my old coworkers working on their new bodies, about 20 men total. I got moved into a sizable house with a nice dining hall that I watch right now.

             Watching Brent balloon has been absolutely greatWhen his gut was the size of Matt’s when Matt quit the Café, I took Brent out of the trance and showed him the video Officer Halting showed me.

             “Brent, your gut’s that size now. Except you’re more bloated. How’s it feel?” I asked him.

             His chubby face looked up at me, “God I wish it were you and not me, but I guess I do look pretty hot right? You wanna fuck my gut? I’m so horny man.” I looked down at his fat and overly full gut, covered in melted ice cream. His dick was standing straight up between his chubby thighs. He had the biggest bubble butt I’d seen that far, so I let him have what he wanted. The poor ex jock was just going to eat himself huge, it was the least I could do.

It’s been almost four months that I’ve had him and he still has some muscle on him, unfortunately. He’s pretty tall but 340 lbs is looking huge on his smooth body. He’s all soft and lard, no hard fat and I love shoving my dick deep into his stretch marks, reminding him how fat he’s getting and how he can’t do shit about it.

             Matt sleeps in my bed with me, I got it reinforced just for him when he passed the half ton mark. My huge, blubbery pig helps me sleep so well. Sleeping on him is like having a water bed of love. A water bed that could fall through the foundation at any second, but a water bed that I really connect with. I sleep so well on his blubber that I almost didn’t notice tonight when this huge Mediterranean agent, he must’ve been at least 6’6, tried pulling a trap on me. He got Matt with his pen first and had Matt roll over on me and said he was going to suffocate me until I opened my eyes. Luckily I sleep with my pen in my hand and pulled it out on my last breath, which the man wasn’t expecting. Right now he’s down in the dining hall inflating his abs with filet mignon and mashed potatoes. He had to take off all of his clothes because he keeps getting off to how big he’s going to get. It’s good to see that some people don’t mind blowing up, I suppose.

             Tomorrow I move into the huge man’s mansion, which will be a lot of fun. I love working with all these huge, fat men. I love watching them grow and seeing how huge they get. I love fucking them, but I’ll soon have to share them. I can’t take care of a house that holds half the town all by myself. I guess my next move will be getting an alliance with the other side, or trying to take them over. Maybe I’ll update, maybe not. Just, wish me luck. I really, really don’t want to get fat.

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As always feel free to inbox me comments/questions/compliments! I love hearing y’all’s feedback and getting suggestions!

rescued/escaped hostage starter sentences

“Calm down, calm down. It’s me! You’re not where you think you are, you’re safe with me at home.”
“You need to snap out of it, it’s a flashback. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, trust me!”
“Help! I need help! Call the police, please. Help me! Don’t let him/her find me! I escaped, but he/she’s after me!”
“Listen, listen. You are going to be okay. He/she is locked away for good, alright?”
”It’s a very strange idea that someone will spend the rest of their life in prison because of what they did to me.”
”I don’t want her/him to go to prison. She/he did it because she/he loved me.”
“Can you please tell me what happened while you were… gone?”
”I never stopped thinking about you.”
”The police told me it would be best to assume you were dead, because of what might be happening to you otherwise… But I could never convince myself.”
“We kept your bedroom the way it always was… I understand if you’d want it changed, but I want you to know that we never lost hope that you’d come back home.”
“Is that– Is that really you? Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you!”
“How do you feel after your first night home?”
“The police will need to ask you about what happened… but maybe you want to tell us first? You haven’t said a thing since we got you back!”
“We have imagined the worst things that could have happened to you. Please just tell us so we can try to move on and help you.”
“Shh, it was a nightmare. You’re in your own bedroom.”
“If you want to start living your old life, you’re going to have to start putting what happened to you behind you.”
“I can never be who I used to be! I was gone for years! And you expect me to go through some therapy and have my old life back?! That’s never going to happen!”
”Were you scared all the time? Or… or did you get used to it?”
”I’m not even sure what I’d rather hear, that you were always afraid or that you actually liked it there.”
“Nothing happened. I just ran away. I was sick of being here. I just made it up to sound interesting.”
“Will you please come out of your bedroom… I know you’re probably not comfortable with the amount of space after what you’re used to, but please try…”
“I’m here for you. I’ll keep you safe. I’m not going to lose you a second time.”
“Shh, it’s okay! It’s normal to have flashbacks, but you have to try to focus on me now.”
“You can’t go back there! Are you insane? Why do you want to?!”

5.26.17 // 3:00pm // guide to post exam season

so your exams are over, for better or for worse, and you’re probably wondering – what now??? maybe you’ve taken a few days off and want something to do or are trying to capitalize on your productive bubble. whatever the case, here are some things you can try (requested by @gretheresa ):

1. take a break. you need one. even if your exams weren’t too taxing (lucky you), you’ve been working hard all year and deserve a breather. unless you absolutely don’t have time, take a couple days off.

2. clean your room. chances are, in the stressful time that is exam season, your room has devolved into a war zone. take some time to clear the papers off your bed and recycle all the bottles of coffee that you’ve left lying around. a clean room is always nice and tidying up will help you separate/move on from the stress of exams.

3. go through your schoolwork. paper is really frickin heavy and you generally accumulate a lot of it through the year. go through your folders and binders and recycle useless homework or other things you’ll never look at again. start thinking about selling/returning your textbooks. this can also be a fun time to look back on the year and maybe save some of the assignments you’re really proud of. just don’t save everything ;)

4. stay in touch. depending on how things work at your school, you might never see your classmates again after exams are over. especially if you’re in college. make sure you get the numbers of people you want to stay in touch with and say your goodbyes. 3 months is a long time.

5. new/old hobbies. pick up something you’ve always wanted to try or resume doing something you love but didn’t have time for. now you’re free (at least til your internship starts) so make the most of it.

6. thank your teachers. were there any teachers you had this year that were absolutely phenomenal? or maybe they just became a really good friend and resource. take the time to write them a note or get them a small gift. they’ll really appreciate it, i guarantee. 

7. ask for recs. are you a rising senior? now might be a good time to start asking. depending on how busy your teachers are, you might be able to wait until after the summer, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. they might ask you to remind them or ask again later, but this way you’ll be on the top of the list. also, asking while the year is still fresh on their minds is good since the hard work you put in or the little things you did for them will still be in their memories. teachers are busy people and can’t remember everything!

8. enjoy yourself. if you still have school after exams, have fun with your friends before you all part ways for the summer. sure, you might still have some assignments, but don’t bother being perfect with them (as long as you don’t mess up your grade).

these tips are more to do with the academic “wrap up” that you need to take care of before you leave, but there are plenty of more fun things you can do as school ends and summer starts. lmk if you want a post with some suggestions for those types of things and i hope this was helpful! xoxo, m 

broadway lines out of context Tuck Everlasting

-wheres my riffle? winnie can shoot me!

-winnie, this is my father angus, he’s usually in clothes.

-seventeen?! wow, that is old.

-this is winnie, she followed me here. can we keep her?

-dad, i did something really stupid. jesse, give yourself some credit, you do something really stupid every day.

-no ones shooting anyone… i just cleaned.

-YOU’RE AN EVIL BANANA!

-daMNIT! what? everyone curses when they get shot.

-there’s NO such THING as A nice YELLOW

-in six years. what’s the difference. TRUST ME there’s a difference.

-these flipping things are everywhere.

-there you go again, fabric hating. if he hated the fabric he woulda never bought the suit.

-how that woman likes to gAB.

-mom, i did something really stupid. well that’s a new record, i haven’t even had breakfast.

-FORGET YOUR POTATO PEELINGS BETSY, WE WANT COTTON CANDY.

-sometimes i wish i would wake up with grey hair and a potbelly… speaking of your father.

-CARROT?

-okay i’m thinking… i’m done.

-[toad croaks] AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

-you’re not a dope hugo. that’s the nicest thing anyones ever said to me.

-don’t you need water to fish?

-SHUT UP JESSE!

-IF SHE CAN SCREAM, SHE CAN BREATHE.

That’s my girl- Klaus Mikaelson

Request: ‘I’m totally feeling that Klaus love, so I’ll send in a request. (I just started following you but I love your writing). How about where Klaus was was taking you to some of his old homes in Europe and an old enemy comes into play. And then you are able to outsmart them after they take you. Klaus sees this just as he’s coming to save you and has a total “that’s my girl” moment.’ // thank you for the sweet comment about my writing, love xx

prompt: You and Klaus go on vacation in England when you get kidnapped while Klaus was showering. You’re being held by an old enemy of Klaus but as he comes to your rescue, you already beat them up and are ready to escape.

WARNINGS: Y/N being a badass and killing some rude vampires

pairing: klaus x reader

A/N: hope you like it, I’m working on other requests right now xx

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London. You wanted to get to London ever since you could think of places to travel. London just was so full of amazing things to see and also a british accent never failed to amaze you.

And when you met Klaus and immediately fell in love with his thick british accent, this culture amazed you even more. It had taken a long time for Klaus and you to get together. It didn’t take long for you to fall in love, though. But as you got to know Klaus you also knew why it was so hard for him to let people in. But now, the two of you finally were together and made each other as happy as you had never been before.

This week, Klaus had decided to take you away from New Orleans, where the both of you currently lived with the rest of his family, to travel to England with you. He had booked a nice hotel where you’d be staying in. Right now, you looked out of the window onto the rainy streets of London and sighed in satisfaction. You had never travelled further than New York with Klaus and being so far away from everything you were used to with the love of your life was quite relaxing.

You felt Klaus’ arms wrapping themselves around your waist and his chin was soon placed on your shoulder. “Enjoying the view, love?”, he asked quietly and placed a kiss onto your neck. You hummed in response and truned in his grip. A towel was wrapped around his torso. “But I’m loving this view.”, you grinned and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He wrapped his arms around you and your arms were wrapped together behind his neck.

But Klaus broke the kiss soon enough and you pouted in response. “Patient, love. You’ll be getting all you want of me in the evening, but I have to shower first.” he explained and pecked your lips only for a second. “Alright, but hurry. I also want to explore a little bit of this city.”, you exclaimed as he walked into the bathroom.

Klaus was only in the bathroom for about a minute when you heard a knock on the door. You got up and opened it, thinking it was someone who brought you food. You were wrong. You were surprised by two men standing in front of you, both wearing black suits. Before you could even think about what was going on, one of them injected you something. Due to you immediately passing out, you considered it was vervain.


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i’m 25 now and i hope that no matter how old i am or how educated i become i never talk over young LGBT kids or tell them they’re wrong. i mean shit, i have some pretty strong feelings about things like the split attraction model – i don’t condone things i think can be painful or invasive for kids to publicly divulge, especially in the interest of keeping young lgbt kids safe from predators.

but i’ve tried to relax a lot in my politics, and as i get older i try to remain helpful and willing to listen, even to young inexperienced or uneducated kids.

i see these 30-50 y/old queer studies majors just rolling their eyes at young lgbt kids for “not knowing their history” and shit like that – which is hilarious, because coming from a position where you have been afforded a degree and years of education you would think you of all people would know how important it is to listen to the young & struggling voices in our community, but i guess not.

as adults in our community it’s not just important to carry on our history, but to also not lose sight of how the landscape of our community’s oppression changes for generations younger than us.

being lgbt isn’t rocket science, and talking about your experiences does not require some kind of prerequisite understanding of our history in order to talk about how homophobia/transphobia/biphobia/transmisogyny/lesbophobia hurts us individually. it’s ok for young kids not to want to be called or identify with words or use terminology the way our community did decades ago. things change.

the thing about being marginalized is that being educated or older doesn’t mean you inherently Know More about oppression and the lgbt experience. there are homeless trans kids who didn’t even finish high school whose experiences and insight are just as important as the voices of educated Queer Elders, if not moreso.

i personally never want to seem like i’m beyond being wrong. i don’t want to be a part of a community that talks down to our youth and creates an environment where they feel stifled and not listened to.

the knowledge of our history is VITAL, and making sure the youngest in our community know the struggles, accomplishments, and experiences of those that came before us really is crucial. i will always advocate for this.

but LGBT history is not a tool adults should constantly use as a way to shame or write off young folks and their experiences, their comfort, etc. there’s a difference between “this is ahistorical and you should be aware” and “these STUPID KIDS who think [x] is a slur/transphobic just DONT KNOW!! I CAME OUT BEFORE YOU WERE BORN”

maybe it’s just me, but that sure doesn’t seem like a very helpful or radical attitude to have.

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Can you give me some advices/tutorials on how to make gifs? I suck at it and hell, I've been trying to gif for two days and I still can't :(

Of course! Let me just say when you start off making gifs it can be very difficult and confusing (I know it was for me). So I’m going to try and give you lots of tips and things that I’ve learned so hopefully you can skip lots of the hard parts I had to learn on my own. Also don’t get discouraged if you feel like your gifs aren’t turning out amazing, you’ve just started and it’s taken me over the course of 3 years to start making ones I’m actually happy with, as always practice gives you experience! Anyways enough of my rambling lets get started.

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Hurt

Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better.

Sneak Peak:
“You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.

But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.

“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.

You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.”


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I’ll probably do a part two. Tell me if you want that!

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As soon as you heard the front door shut downstairs you sighed. You looked over at your phone and it was 2am. But what’s new with him coming home late you thought sadly. You hoped he wasn’t in that mood because you certainly weren’t. But that hasn’t stopped him before.

You heard him downstairs in the kitchen probably getting some water to minimize his drunken state. Oh you really hope he wasn’t drinking tonight. So you quickly locked your phone and pretended you were fast asleep. And maybe he would just climb in bed and just fall asleep too.

As you buried your head in the covers, you saw your phone light up. It was a text from Harry, and you grinned.

You always texted each other about random stuff when you couldn’t sleep at night. Harry usually busts out the awful jokes and sends you funny memes to make you smile.

Harry was a great friend and you’ve became even closer ever since you both worked together in the bookstore down the road. Your whole life you never really had a true best friend where you could tell almost everything to, until him. So you were sad you didn’t have time to reply to his text at least to say goodnight.

You laid down in silence for a little. But You didn’t hear him come up the stairs so you decided quickly to maybe send Harry a quick “goodnight text” just so he doesn’t think your not replying. But as soon as you reached for your phone the sound of footsteps stopped you. You quickly brought your hand back to the bed and closed your eyes to look asleep.

The bedroom door opened and you heard him shuffle in. You could already tell he was drunk because you could hear him trip over his feet multiple times as curse words flew out his mouth.

He walked over to the closet to take off his clothes and was left in just his underwear. The bathroom light illuminated and he walked into brush his teeth and do some other things. Usually he would just jump into bed. He never cared to get fully ready for bed if he was drinking.

Maybe he wasn’t you thought, and smiled a little. Maybe he just came home late from work and wasn’t out get pissed drunk. Which made you think that he was getting back to his old self, and that’s who you loved.

The side of the bed dipped and you could feel the warmth of his body come in contact with you. He got himself comfortable on the bed before he slipped his arm around your waist to pull you onto his bare chest. You almost leaned into his touch until he spoke.

“I know your not sleeping.” He said and you could smell the alcohol on his breathe and you cringed.

You didn’t say anything hoping he would just go to sleep and you can all just start off tomorrow morning fresh.

He sighed into the side of your neck, you thought in defeat. But then you felt him slowly start to leave kisses on your neck. While creeping his hand up the shirt your were only wearing which was his.

You thought it would just end there before he fell asleep. But then you felt his hands coming down to your underwear.

“Lucas, I’m really tired.” You finally gave up the act.

He smirked down at you “I knew you weren’t sleeping.” He said while still assaulting your neck.

Your weren’t facing him so he couldn’t see the uneasiness on your face. But that soon changed when he flipped you around to face him. Even in this dim light you could see his blood shot blue eyes and you missed seeing his ocean eyes.

They use to be so clear and beautiful before they were tainted with the red rims that is now part of him most of the days.

“That’s better.” He says to you as he leaned in for a kiss but this time on the lips. You didn’t push him away because you thought this was just a good night kiss. So when you felt his lips connect with yours you brought your hands up to his cheek and kissed him back. It was slow and gentle and you missed this. Just simply kissing him and not doing anything else.

You pulled away from the kiss to lean your head back down on the pillow because in all honesty you were getting tired. But Lucas wasn’t having it.

“Come on Y/N don’t sleep on me yet baby.” He says well placing his hands between your thighs.

“Lucas your drunk…”

“I’m not that drunk” he tells you while his hand still hasn’t moved.

You tried to reason with him. “Babe, I’m just really tired can we just do this another time. Please.” Why are you begging him, you shouldn’t be. Your subconscious told you.

“Come on Y/N, let’s just fuck around for a little bit. We haven’t in a while.” He whines while kissing your cheek.

But you remember the last time you did have sex it was like a week ago. In the car after you left one of your friends birthday parties.

Lucas said he couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off you all night. Which did make you feel pretty. But he literally made you guys leave early because he wanted you right then and wouldn’t wait. You couldn’t really say no when he went behind your back to tell everyone you weren’t feeling well so you left early, which was a lie.

You did want to stay longer, but Lucas insisted that you guys leave. You felt bad for lying but Lucas kept saying it was alright because he was gonna make you feel so good.

He couldn’t even wait until you guys got home.

You remembered he stopped driving and pulled over. Even when you told him that you felt more comfortable if you were at home in your own bed.

But he didn’t listen.

He said how he couldn’t restrain himself any longer and how he had to take you right in that car.

You remembered him saying how if you weren’t so beautiful and sexy that he could of waited.

Like it was your fault.

But he didn’t wait.

You were uncomfortable and not enjoying yourself that whole time he was inside of you, because yet again he put his own needs before yours.

So right now in this moment it felt like the same thing was happening.

“Lucas. I am really tired right now okay?!” You said in a stern voice. You tried to get him to face you so he could see how serious you were. But his face was still on your neck.

“I’ll be quick. Come on… I’ve had a long day at work and you’ve been so busy too. I miss you…” he tells you.

It was those times when he would say things like that, that you think it’s the truth. You hoped it was because you missed him too, but the old him. Maybe things are turning around for the better. But you weren’t sure.

Silence filled the room but you could still hear the sound of his lips on your skin. He moved lower and lower until he got to the rim of your underwear. He didn’t look up for confirmation but at the same time you didn’t stop him.

You have been working a lot so maybe this would make him happy again. Maybe after this he would stop coming home drunk. Maybe You were being to busy with work and everything.

Maybe this was a way to make up for it.

But you didn’t feel good because deep down you knew you didn’t want to be doing this right now.

And after it was over and Lucas pulled out of you and said those three words.

You knew something didn’t feel right.

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There were so many new books that arrived today. You could barely keep up with the whole catalogue and making sure you put them on the right shelf.

The book store was packed today probably because of these new books. A lot of them you had to put aside because so many people were calling them to put them on hold before they sold out.

You were humming a tune that’s been stuck in your head for weeks until you heard something behind you.

You turned around a saw a book on the floor. It must of fallen off the cart you thought as you grabbed “Everything Everything” and put it back on the cart.

You then continue with the teen fiction section making sure you put them in the right alphabetical order by the authors last name.

Sometimes you have these brain farts when you can’t remember which letter comes first in the alphabet so you have to start from the beginning and sing the alphabet song.

“A, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i-” suddenly you heard another thud behind you.

You turned around again and saw another book on the ground. But it was down the end of the aisle and it couldn’t be from your cart.

You walked over there and picked it up and placed it back where it belonged. Right when you did that a book on the shelf right beside you fell. You slightly jumped before it could hit your foot.

“What the hell?” You said out loud. You swear if it’s those kids again from a few months ago.

You peaked through the slot where the book had fallen too see who was on the other side pushing the books down.

No one was there you just saw to the other aisle. You sighed in frustration. Maybe it was a ghost-

“BOO!” Harry jumps into your view on the other aisle. You jumped and yelled and hit your head on bookshelf.

“Owww” you touched your forehead but you looked at your fingers and didn’t see blood.

“Oh my gosh!” Harry comes over and starts laughing uncontrollably. “You should of seen your face!”

You tried to look mad at him but it was hard when he looked so cute and happy laughing.

“I swear I didn’t mean for you to hit your head.” He says while still laughing.

“Well I did. And you distracted me from my work, you ass.” You couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and grinned.

“I’m sorry.” Harry pouts. “But I’m not really, after you nearly got me fired last week for setting my phone alarm to go off while I was checking out people! And “I’m sexy and I know it” came on!“

You giggled remembering how embarrassed Harry was as he tried to search for his phone to shut off the alarm as he had a line of customers ready to check out.

“I’ll get you back styles.” You point at him to make yourself look intimidating but it really didn’t.

“I’ll be ready, Love.” He raises his eyebrow and You just shook your head.

“Well the least you could do is help me put these books on the shelf. Especially the ones on the top shelf Mr.Long Legs.”

“Sure thing Ms. Shorty.” He teased.

“Hey!” You went over to the cart and got another book and so did Harry.

You checked the list to make sure you were putting it in the right place. Okay where is the name Hopkins? You thought as you skimmed through the H’s. After you found it you slide the book.

“You know I’m not short your just insanely tall-” you turned around to get another book, when you almost crashed into Harry. He was standing behind you as you you were putting the other book away. While he was putting another book above your head.

You were pretty much trapped between Harry’s frame as his hands were above you looking for the right author.

“Oh so now your trying to trap me?”

Harry looks down on you and smirked.

And suddenly you wanted look at Harry all day. His green eyes were mesmerizing. You tried to look away but when you did you just ended up looking at his pink lips.

You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.

But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.

“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.

You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.

“Hey hey.” Harry lifted up your chin to see your sad expression and glossy eyes. “If my jokes were that bad you could just tell me. I promise I won’t be offended, Love.”

You blink away the water in your eyes. “What? No that’s now why. I just fell asleep. I’m sorry and you know I love your cheesy jokes.”

“Ok just making sure.” He pulled away from you and picked up another book.

“Ohh I heard this book was pretty good.” He held up the book “Before I Fall”.

“Me too, they made a movie too and I’ve been dying to see it. It’s kind of mysterious and creepy too.” You explain.

“Yeah but I don’t think it’s in theaters anymore.”

“Aww that’s too bad…” you remember seeing the trailer and maybe wanting to see it but you didn’t have anyone to see it with. Lucas hated doing things like that.

“Maybe you can come over tonight. It’s on my Apple TV and we can watch it together.” Harry offers.

You look up from cataloging to see that Harry was waiting for your answer. You knew your answer already. But your mind suddenly went to your boyfriend. It didn’t matter what he thinks you told yourself. You are just hanging out with a friend and will be done before 11 if he is even home that early.

“I mean if you have other plans I totally understand-.”

“No, I don’t I would love to come.” You say and he smiles.

“Ok I’ll wait for you after your shift is over.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You say as he walks away to finish the rest of the work he had to do.

Now all you were thinking was that you hoped four hours will go by quickly.

———-

“Do you want coke or Pepsi?” Harry yelled from his kitchen.

“Coke definitely!”

A few moments later Harry comes back with two cokes in one hand and a big bowl of popcorn in another.

He handed you a coke and said,“ your a coke girl, my favorite kind” he said jokingly and you giggled.

He also brought a big blanket down from upstairs. When it was time to sit and watch the movie Harry sat down right next to you barely leaving any room between you too. He layed out the blanket over your bodies and put the popcorn between you two.

It was now about seven o'clock and the sun was setting soon. But Harry’s apartment was so cozy and homey. You loved coming over here.

Harry pressed play and the movie started. As the movie was rolling Harry kept asking questions and making commentary that made you laugh.

“Why would she do that-”

“Harry be quiet this is the good part.” You placed your hand over his mouth and he licked your hand making you pull away and wipe your hand on your shirt.

“Your such a child!”

But then Harry hushed you to be quiet because the climax of the movie was happening.

When the movie ended you guys decided to watch The Notebook. It was Harry’s idea actually but you loved the movie too.

As the movie progressed. Your eyes began to get droopy but you tried fighting it. But you barely got any sleep last night.

So when you placed your head on Harry’s shoulder you fell into a deep sleep.

——-

The sound of a phone ringing woke you up. Your eyes were still closed as you grabbed your phone from your pocket and answered.

“Hello?” You said with you groggy voice.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?!” Lucas’ voice boomed from the line.

Your eyes flew open. You were confused where you were for a second. But you took in your state as your laying in Harry’s lap as he’s fast asleep next to you practically holding you. You looked at your phone to see the time, and when it read 1am you nearly had a heart attack.

Holy Fuck.

“I’m so-rry. I’m at a friends and we were watching a movie and I accidentally fell asleep. I lost track of time.”

“Where are you? Send me the address I’m picking you up.” He demanded.

“No, it’s ok. I’m leaving right now. I swear you don’t need to come.” You tried no calm yourself from panicking.

“I swear to fucking god Y/N, if your not hear in a fucking 30 minutes I will-”

“I’ll be there, I promise I’m leaving right now. I’m sorry. I love you bye.” Lucas hangs up on you without saying anything.

“Is everything alright?” Harry yawns beside you. Making you realize that you were still very close to him. “Who was that? You got up quickly and started gathering your stuff.

“I have to go. I should of been home awhile ago. Lucas is worried” You frantically look for your other shoe as Harry watched you.

Harry knew who Lucas was, he met him a few times when they started dating. But he always gave him a weird vibe.

“Oh crap it is 1am. We slept for awhile did we?”

“Yeah.”

“That was the best nap I’ve ever taken. Your very warm and cozy Y/N like a pillow.” Harry said randomly.

Your stomach did a weird flip after Harry said that. You looked over at him with his hair a little messy from sleeping, and looked adorable.

You wanted to go back to the couch and let him hold you again.

“Let me at least drive you home.” Harry offered getting up from the coach.

“Of no you’ve done so much already. It’s fine I can walk.” You said too quickly.

“Absolutely not Y/N it’s 1am. What kind of friend would I be if I let my pretty friend walk home at night.”

Pretty….

“No way, at least let me call you an uber?”

“Ok.”

The uber arrived 7 minutes later. As soon as you saw there headlights you went to the door.

“Hey I don’t even get a goodbye hug?” Harry pouted.

You smiled and turned back around and Harry wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Text me when your home safe.” Harry whispers in your ear and you just nod. You didn’t want to leave but when Harry pulled away you knew you had to go.

But all you wanted was to back in Harry’s arms.

-

Part 2: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160663934994/hurt-part-2 Part 3: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160710668819/hurt-part-3