#wymsical

[chubfred-official]

​⭐🍔ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʜᴜʙꜰʀᴇᴅ ꜰɪᴄꜱ🍔⭐

A collection of chubby!America fanfictions that don’t include fetish material and are decently written.

Like it or not by Celestial Clusters

Notes: Angst. USUK. Humanverse, nerd/jock AU. Deals with bullying and Alfred has a poor self image but he will improve. Minor warning for domestic violence (in Arthur's family.)

Opposites attract by IggysBunny

Notes: Sort of Angst. USUK. Humanverse. Alfred also has a poor body image and warning for suicide mention. 

For you by Inkwells-writing

Notes: Hurt-comfort.USUK. Humanverse, punk!Arthur. Minor warnings for homophobia. [MISSING]

Denial by Farfet

Notes: Angst, sort of. USUK. Canonverse. Alfred's afraid what Arthur might think of his body. Kind of old so note it might be kind of uncomfortably worded. Heads up, op does fetish stuff too but this one is safe.

Chapters: 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // Epilogue

Sugar, spruce and a lot of pumpkin pies by IggysBunny

Notes: Fluff. USUK. Humanverse. The plotline includes Alfred gaining a bit of weight, but no uncomfortable fetish activities.

Guitar Picks and Astrophysics by Astralastrid/Aphamericanhero

Notes: Slow burn hurt-comfort. USUK. Humanverse, nerd-punk au. Minor warning for bullying.

Sugar is sweet but so are you by Astralastrid/Aphamericanhero

Notes: Romantic oneshot. USUK , Humanverse, punk!Arthur.

Hitchhiking by  Ephemeralflowers

Notes: Oneshot. USUK. Humanverse, punk!Arthur.

Thankfull by Fanfic-so-usuk

Notes: Hurt comfort. USUK. Humanverse. Arthur comforts Alfred who feels bad about the weight he gained during the holidays.

Love by Whymsical

Notes: Hurt comfort. USUK. Humanverse. Arthur comforts the insecure Alfred and the two take a bath together. No sexual themes, mild nudity.

Untitled Veggie Burgers hurt comfort by  Oneletterwrites

Notes: Hurt comfort. Veggie burgers. Humanverse. Alfred has a poor body image but Allen helps him with that.

Untitled RusAme fanfiction by Purplepatchwork

Notes: Hurt comfort. Rusame. Humanverse. Ivan comforts Alfred who's feeling insecure.

Extras:

Fake your life! by  Mounira

Notes: Angst. No pairings. Humanverse. An eating disorder fanfiction, MAJOR warning for that, it takes place in a hospital. Also available in German.

Petal poison by Magiclaud

Notes: Angst. USUK. Humanverse. Warning for emetophobia (hanahaki). Arthur is the protagonist, Alfred doesn't appear, he's just mentioned as the love interest.

🔞Trade-Off by Hannaadi88

Notes: Smut. USUK. Magical strike AU. Not entirely pronographic but they do get there.

🔞Apple Pie and Dollar Store Romance Novels by SasstrianPrissess

Notes: Smut. Rusame. Humanverse, high-school AU. FACE family. Honestly the best smut fic of this kind. Minor warning for bullying (homophobia) but overall it's sweet and tender. And horny.

[gospul]

| | | 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ @wymsical, ⁽ delirium ₎ ཐ -> 𝖑𝖎𝒌𝖊𝖉.

[ ... ] ❛ ❛  you know what they say : ' think of the devil, & she shall appear. ’  ❜ ❜

[ikaruzs]

‟ @wymsical, … DELIRIUM   ›   𝗆𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽: “        sometimes people get the wrong idea about me.        ” / always accepting !

dae looked at her — delirium, in all her fractured color and kaleidoscope ache — as one might regard a star that has suddenly fallen into their hands. gently, reverently. as if she might vanish if he spoke too loud, too plain, too real. she'd come to him like a question without punctuation, and now she was sitting on the studio floor, cross-legged beside a half-finished canvas that looked suspiciously like a dream trying to remember itself. he tilted his head slightly, strands of dark hair brushing his cheekbone. he blinked slow. thought slower. “       yes,        ” he said, voice barely above the hush of memory. “        they do that. with you. with me. with anyone who doesn’t fit into their convenient tragedies.        ” his fingers, still stained with the blues and burnt ochres of the sea, traced absent-minded shapes on the edge of the easel. a sun. a spiral. a wing.

“        i think… people only understand the kind of madness they can survive. the tidy sort, the one that ends in pills or metaphors. not yours. not the kind with teeth made of stars and laughter that echoes in the places language can’t follow.        ” he didn’t smile, not quite. but the ghost of it brushed his mouth, a faint expression like the ripple of light on water. the kind of smile that had seen too much of the world and chose to love it anyway. “        i used to be a boy,        ” he said, turning his gaze toward a distant corner of the room where a painting leaned, unfinished, unspeakable. “        not a story. not a myth. just a boy who believed in his father and the sun and the sky’s promise to hold him. but then i flew. and they called that arrogance. they called that hubris. they called me a warning.        ” his voice was soft as twilight, as a lullaby you couldn’t remember learning.

“        maybe that’s what they get wrong about us. they think we are what happens when things go wrong. when really, we are what remains when things refuse to end.        ” he looked back at her then. her eyes didn’t match and neither did her moods, but that didn’t matter. she was real in the way dreams are real before you name them. he felt a tenderness for her that had no shape, only gravity. something in her reminded him of the sky when it forgets what color it’s meant to be. “        i don’t mind the wrong ideas,        ” he said after a moment. “        it means they’re still thinking. still wondering. still afraid. that means we’re still changing them.        ” then, after a pause, more gently: “        what is it you think that they get most wrong about you?        ”

[madhere]

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🐇 ﹚ closed starter ... @wymsical ꒰ delirium ꒱ !

| | | ❛ ❛ i regret losing my TEMPER with you, earlier ... my head wasn't on my shoulders properly. it rarely ever is, these days. ❜ ❜

[foolthe]

🀧      @wymsical      …      delirium   + dream .        ◜     sender is found by receiver somewhere they should not be.     ◞

your relationship with your siblings is ... you are family. this has specific meaning : you are blood. you are closer with some, within reason, and further from others. you keep them in your gallery, even when spurned. you are busy, most of the time. too long have you been away from your realm to fret with frivolity. but there is a voice, strikingly familiar, almost patient, that would remind you of the needs of others. you take no reason to eat, nor enjoyment of it, but you know of its function for your eldest sister. hold space for it, death says.

what the exact phrasing of this means holds little matter for you, but you think you get it. you are trying. this does not benefit you, but it doesn't need to. so even though she intrudes, you do not cast her away. it is of decorum to announce oneself first, or at least to ask, before setting foot in another's realm, but even you have been known to forgo it on occasion.

besides, this is fiddler's green. you do so enjoy this spot of the dreaming. you can imagine why delirium would find herself here perhaps in the vestiges of delight. that is what you feel closest to, after all, on these rolling blades of greenery. you sit beside her.

“ this is your second time unannounced, sister. ” because she does not trust you to answer, let alone agree, you recall. “ you've found my favorite spot, though you mustn't tell the rest that. ”