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prose-for-hire · 4 years

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Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows everywhere

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Bodyswap anon here! I appreciate you offering but you dont owe me one. Although I did have an idea that was an AU where reader runs a bakery and Spike runs an auto repair shop. I love the "grump is soft for the sunshine one" trope and just wanna see a slow burn of badboi Spike fawning over the shortie wearing bright colors that comes in with a flat tire during a downpour who isnt afraid of him in the slightest. If you like it, go for it! I just love cliches and tropes lol

Requested by: Anon - hope this is okay love 💖

You walked slowly into the seemingly deserted auto-repair shop. It smelled of oil and damp and you wondered if it was even still open for business. There were thick cobwebs in almost every corner and the lighting was only on where it was absolutely necessary. You looked around, blissfully uncaring of how badly things could go if the wrong sort of person worked there. You smiled around the place, your presence a ray of sunshine in the otherwise dull surroundings.

You had your brightest outfit on, dulled only by the flour you always managed to get everywhere on you throughout the day. You owned and almost solely ran a bakery not far from this shop. You stopped in the middle of the garage, looking around and not announcing yourself in case it startled the man bending over and tightening… or was that untightening something on an old looking car.

He paused his job, looking over at you. He took one look at you and rolled his eyes, turning away from you and pretending to be very busy. He had a pretty bad reputation around town, but everyone still went to his shop because he was good at his job.

You cleared your throat softly, maybe he just hadn’t seen you. You had a flat tire and it was late. The dark started to consume you slowly before he turned fully and stalked towards you.

“You look lost” he said, closing the distance and looking you up and down menacingly as if you were unwelcome. Which, you were. He didn’t like being interrupted. He didn’t like people coming into his shop uninvited. He scowled, something that usually kept people away. But apparently, not you.

“No, I know where I am! I just need some help – I’ve got a flat” You said, a pleasant smile on your face as if you were oblivious to his threatening stance. He sighed, rubbing his hands on an old rag before gesturing at you to show him to your car. You basically skipped away and he followed behind.

He just grunted when you got there, stepping around you and taking a look at the tire, which was undoubtedly flat. Like, pancake flat. You weren’t even sure how it had happened.

“Yeah, that’s a flat” he stated, looking up at you as if to ask what you expected him to do about it.

“Would you be able to fix it?” You smiled and he peered at you confused as to why you weren’t at least avoiding his eye contact out of fear or respect.

“Yeah” he scoffed, rolling his eyes at such a stupid question.

“Oh great, that would be really nice!” You gushed, “You’re so kind, thank you!”

He leaned over and you couldn’t help watch as he expertly changed the tire for you. You sat, trying to make conversation but he didn’t reply to anything that you said. Eventually, he finished up and you thanked him profusely.

“You’re really good at your job” You smiled, complimenting him softly. He looked taken aback, not entirely sure if you were actually making fun of him or not. He just grunted slightly in response so you decided to ask, “How much?”

“350. Flat rate” he shrugged after thinking a moment. You really were too sweet for your own good – in a way he decided to take advantage of. You were a fully grown adult, you knew the usual rate. You weren’t naïve, you were just incredibly kind.

“For one tire?!”

“Take it or leave it” He said, although he had already changed the tire for you so realistically you would have to pay it.

“Pastries!” “If you cut the act and charge me the proper rate you can have as many pastries as you like from my bakery when you come in as a thank you”

“You own a bakery? Who are we kidding - of course you bloody do” He muttered, raising an eyebrow, “Ok, usual rate... and free pastry for the rest of my life”

“Rest of the month” you entertained his bargain.

“Year”

“You drive a hard bargain, sir!” You exclaimed, before grinning in a way that his expression definitely wasn’t matching, “I’ll see you soon!” you called, jumping into your car and speeding away with him staring after you.

Later that week, he took you up on your deal. You were behind the counter as he sauntered in, “Welcome to Angel Cake’s! It’s nice to see you again – this is my knight in shining armour from the other night!” you dropped your voice and explained to your employee. The young girl who came in on a Saturday to help out looked Spike up and down and raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t liked the sound of him – you were too friendly. Saw the good in people when from what you had explained, there didn’t seem to be any there. Spike had tried to take advantage of you.

“Right, yeah. Spike. Name’s Spike”

“I’m y/n!” You smiled, “Hey, your name doesn’t suit you much – you’re kinder than your name suggests!”

“I think the name’s about right” your co-worker Nina cut in, the younger girl not known for her tact. Spike scowled at her and turned back to you.

“I’m here for my pastry” he stated. No further niceties and no eye contact. He would insist he was trying to avoid being blinded by your colourful choice in outfit for today. You nodded and started busying yourself, choosing him one that you hoped he would enjoy. You put one in a bag and passed it over.

Your hands brushed against each other as you passed him the to-go bag. You shivered and he pulled away too quickly. He snatched the bag up and turned on his heel, stalking out of the door without so much as another word. He came back every two days or so to claim his pastry, sometimes lingering slightly but never saying anything more than which baked goods he would like.

The next two weeks went quickly and it had been really busy in your store. You noticed you hadn’t seen Spike so often – so you decided to do something about it.

“Bugger off – we’re closed” he growled, his back turned away from the door but he could hear footsteps entering. Your footsteps.

“Hey!” You called and he paused when he heard your voice. As if this would have been the only exception to his statement. That is, if he cared. Obviously.

“What do you want? I got business to be doing here, haven’t you got a rainbow you could be skipping over”

“Oh, I was just bringing you something – freshly prepared today! Uh, and you always seem so lonely working here so I thought maybe I could keep you company”

“I don’t get lonely. I like it this way” He insisted. This was a lie. He did feel lonely, some nights desperately so. He looked up at you and you gave him a small smile, a nod of understanding as you were ready to turn away. He thought about your nature slowly as you turned away. You didn’t put on an act, you genuinely felt for him. Cared to ask or swing by. So he made a decision. He opened his mouth before you left and said, “Uh, you can leave those” pointing at the box of donuts you had brought that you had lovingly prepared only moments before you drove over to his shop. He didn’t want you to stay, at least he wouldn’t admit it anyway. You nodded, placing them down and waving an enthusiastic goodbye. Pleased that he had at least taken your treats.

It was now a month later. He was working in his shop and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. His mind always turning back to you. Every waking thought, and the occasional dream too. He tried to shake himself out of it and continue working on a car.

But he couldn’t focus. He decided to have a break. He had been in several times for pastries since your first meeting, some he even paid for himself. He sat down, wiping his hands down his overalls. He grabbed at the pastry and started to bite into it.

He closed his eyes - it was just so good. It was sweet. Like you. Like heaven in his mouth. Your baking. He found himself filling his thoughts with you, often subconsciously but more recently it has been on purpose.

What were you doing? Did you ever think of him the way he thought of you? What would the bread of the day be today?

His eyes snapped open. It finally dawned on him. How he felt for you. He had been soft on you for a while now, he had just been fighting it – and for what? Oh, right. Because he couldn’t face the crippling rejection. Especially not from you. He had isolated himself on purpose after all, too used to the denial of his affections. To people in his past treating him as if he wasn’t worthy of love.

Still, he understood it now. He got it. He liked you – really liked you. And there was nothing he could do to fight it. He wanted to spend time with you. Your soft and kind nature became sweeter to him than the baked goods he loved so much. He didn’t want to be stuck, hiding in the dark anymore. He wanted to be surrounded by light. By your softness. Your bright, cheery smile. The array of dazzling colours that he had started to enjoy gazing upon the sunny tones. He decided he would have to do something about the way he felt.

So, he did. He tried at least. He stood outside having what must have been his second pack of cigarettes in the last hour. He was stood awkwardly outside your bakery chain smoking to gain enough courage to enter. Until, that is, the door opened and you popped your head out.

“Hey! Spike! Nina said you’ve been hovering by the door, trying to decide whether to come in or not for the last hour… are you okay?”

“That bitch-” he muttered under his breath, “Been worse, love. Um, h-how are you?”

“Oh I’m good thank you! I have some freshly baked bread I’d really love you to try! Come in!” You called, tugging at his sleeve slightly. His questioning you was new. He never usually asked. It excited you, but you knew better than to make a fuss over it. You wanted him comfortable after all.

He sat, eating the bread and telling you how good it was. He was almost gushing over your granary loaf and you couldn’t help but beam at him. He explained that it was by far the best bread he had ever eaten.

“Would you- did you want to-” big overexaggerated sigh with his entire body before carrying on, “Are you doing anything in your break?��

“I am now – would you like to go on a walk with me?” You asked.

You walked around the block, happily talking and encouraging him to chip in when he wanted to. You loved hearing from him. However, the heavens had opened and the rain had started to pour. You hadn’t expected this and weren’t dressed for the weather. You managed to hold a conversation and he proved himself correct with every step he took with you. He was falling for you.

“You’re, uh, shivering, love” he noted as he walked in-step beside you.

“I’m a little cold – rain can do that to you I suppose!” You grinned and he frowned ever so lightly. You said words but your mood never appeared to dip. It was as if you were his own personal sunshine, no matter what the outside world threw at you both.

He shrugged his jacket off and offered it to you, nodding his confirmation that he meant it. You smiled wide, not thinking and instead swooping in to hug him. An action that almost knocked him from his feet.

He just stood there. Still, not sure what to do. He found himself really enjoying your embrace, but he didn’t move his hands from his side. He wanted to, but he was embarrassed. What if you felt him hug back and laughed?

“Oops – sorry!” You realised you had been a little too enthusiastic with your hug. Some people don’t like hugs, you reprimanded yourself for a second, before looking back at Spike and beaming, “You want to help me bake this afternoon? Nina’s handling the front” as you shrugged his jacket around your shoulders.

“I, uh, should get back…” He offered, but his expression appeared to be in deep thought. He was conflicted. He really enjoyed your company, it appeared. But he would never agree to an afternoon of baking. He had insulted people for suggesting way less.

“Come on! You might enjoy it!” You couldn’t help but press. You really did want him there.

“Fine. But don’t be expecting it to become a regular thing… I’m just helpin’ you out seeing as you keep bangin’ on about it” he muttered, but secretly he was absolutely thrilled. He couldn’t help glancing at you every moment he felt he could get away with it as you both rounded the corner.

At the bakery, Nina rolled her eyes and scowled at Spike who stuck his two fingers up at her when your back was turned.

You started off reading the recipe, weighing up large quantities as you had a lot to bake. Spike took it surprisingly seriously. He hadn’t realised how much work went into making some of the items you sold. He would never take your pastries for granted again. He actually said this to you out loud, promising you. It made you giggle.

“I always struggle with this part” you say softly, trying to mix the large bowl of cake batter.

“Should I-?” He offered starting to roll up his sleeves and offering to take the duty over for you.

“Maybe we could try it together?” You smiled and he just nodded – in the name of helping you mix it better. Of course he would share the responsibility with you. You trusted him with it and standing that close to you would be a gift.

Usually, you might use an electric mixer. But you wanted to take it all back to basics. And perhaps, allow yourself to become a little closer with Spike. You both had a grip on the long wooden spoon and started to stir it together. He was stood behind you, but close enough for you to feel his presence. You both shared a small smile, without realising it as you watched the mixture become silky smooth.

You stumbled, not used to sharing a workspace and tipped the flour down what happened to be Spike’s front. You managed to pour flour down the front of the apron he had been wearing.

“I’m so sorry!” You said, trying to bite back a giggle.

“You’re going to be” He raised an eyebrow and took a handful of flour and threw it at you – making you squeal. This quickly descended into a flour fight that you decided had to be a draw as you were both covered. You were both laughing and you paused, savouring his smile. It was a real, genuine smile and it made you swoon.

You shared prolonged eye contact, holding your gaze through the flour that was still in the atmosphere around you. You shared another small smile before getting back to your respective tasks.

Eventually, you finished up and started to clear away as the cakes were now baking in the oven, “No way!” Nina exclaimed from the doorway. She was trying to hide her snort of laughter as she came to ask how long the next batch would take and she saw Spike crouching in front of the oven willing the cupcakes to rise through listing off a string of threats. Apparently, threatening them into it whilst he was wearing a baby pink cooking apron. You were crouched beside him, the oven gloves on in anticipation.

“Bugger off, short stack!”

“Nina, there’s a customer waiting” You said softly, giving her a look that said please let us have this. You had taken a shine to Spike. You were nice, but never this understanding with someone. You saw that he wanted to trust and share a connection. You hoped, with you. He just needed a little encouragement. Someone that cared without conditions.

When the cupcakes were finished, as you both sat eating the warm treats straight from the oven Spike had gone quiet. You were starting to worry, but your mood lightened once more when he spoke through a mouthful of cake, “Do you like spending time with me, pet?” he asked, not looking towards you.

“Of course I do!”

“Well then. I think it’s time we teach you how to change your own tire”

“You mean it!?” You cheered, smiling back at him. This was as close to a profession of fondness you would get from him. He had thawed, his temperament softening. But expressing his feelings was still hard. He nodded, offering his hand for you to take. You took it without hesitation and he moved your hand to his lips, kissing once softly. A gesture you would never have expected from him, but it made you melt. You walked towards his shop hand-in-hand, swinging his arm the entire way.

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lardguz · 3 years

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Zeke’s Just Desserts

This is a "little" story I worked on a couple weeks ago that I kept forgetting to make a new blog to post it to, so uh, here it is! It's about characters from Xe//nobla//de 2 because I have been like really into that game lately haha.

The calm night air of the Urayan Titan made for an intoxicating atmosphere to relax in after a long day of fighting and adventuring. Zeke von Genbu, the prince of Tantal, was currently taking in this beautiful weather while sitting outside a vacant shop front. The muscular man was sitting at a café table, watching flower petals falling from the trees and dancing in the breeze. He was waiting on his Blade, Gorg, to finish… whatever it was he was doing in that vacant store, when Zeke caught a whiff of something delicious on the breeze. The one eyed warrior inhaled deeply, smelling the intoxicating scent of something sugary and delicious. Closing his eye to try taking his mind off the smell, Zeke was taken off guard by the clatter of a plate sounding right next to his feet that were reclined on top of the table. His one good eye shooting open, the prince was greeted by the sight of his newest Blade, the merman Gorg, standing proudly next to a plate piled high with freshly baked cookies.

“What’s all this, chum?” Zeke inquired, staring down at the plate of cookies in front of him, and glancing back up at the aquatic Blade.

“Cookies, sir. Made ‘em myself,” Gorg replied proudly. “Try ‘em! They’re my special new test recipe for the café!”

Zeke took a cookie in his surprisingly delicate grasp, sniffing it suspiciously before taking a pensive nibble. The flavor surprised him, spicy but sweet at the same time. Within seconds the cookie was devoured, and the muscular prince immediately grabbed another. As he was reaching for his fourth cookie, a metallic hand gently grabbed his wrist.

“Ah, sir, I didn’t need you to eat them all at once,” Gorg smiled apologetically. “I just needed you to taste one for me and tell me if anything needs improvement.”

Zeke’s face flushed a slight pink as he hurriedly looked anywhere but at his Blade or the plate of cookies. “A-ah, yes, right, ahem. I did in fact realize this, but you see, the bearer of the Eye of Shining Justice has a mighty appetite, and needed to taste more than just one cookie for the full effect!”

Gorg placed his mechanical hands on his muscular hips and chuckled heartily at the embarrassment on his Driver’s face. “Sure thing, Prince, that makes perfect sense to me! But if you wanna help me out even more, you can just finish off that plate of cookies and tell me if you think they’re good enough to sell at the shop once and for all!”

Zeke cleared his throat, about to pass of gorging himself any further on the delicious cookies, when the smell of the spicy treats reached his nose again. Damn, why did he have to love spicy food so much? Sighing deeply, the one eyed prince vowed to himself that he’d train extra hard with Pandoria tomorrow to work off the extra calories he was about to consume. Then, he proceeded to shovel the test batch of cookies into his mouth one after another in steady succession, even after his stomach was already painfully full. The Zekenator didn’t back down from a challenge, whether on the battle field, or at the dinner table.

Finally, after clearing the plate of every cookie that was once upon it, the unlucky prince groaned in pain as he rubbed at his exposed midsection, his stomach slightly distended from all the food he’d just packed into it. The overstuffed swordsman slowly got up and walked to the local inn to go sleep off his food coma, hoping he would feel better tomorrow so he could begin working off the excess he’d just devoured.

A week had past since that first taste testing day that Zeke and Gorg had had, and the aquatic Blade had only amped up his recipe experiments since then. The day after that first trial run, Zeke woke up feeling more sluggish than usual, his gut still feeling slightly heavy. He had been about to go train with Pandoria when Gorg stopped him in the lobby of the inn and asked for his help tasting another batch of a different cookie recipe for him. This happened again and again over the next six days, a never ending cycle of delicious baked goods being handed off to the prince for an honest opinion on their flavors, and Zeke being unable to stop himself from gorging on the entire batch. This led to the man’s current predicament.

Zeke stood in his rented bedroom at the Fonsa Myma inn, staring at himself in a full length mirror. His hands were currently holding onto his stomach, which had a budding layer of fat forming on it that was blatantly obvious to anyone with at least one eye, seeing as he never wore a shirt under his long tattered coat. His hands groped and prodded at his once-chiseled chest and abdomen, now sporting a much softer, rounded physique. Zeke was about to go out and train a little on his own to see if he could burn the fat off of him before it became too much of a hindrance, when he heard a knock at his door.

Opening the door slightly, Zeke was greeted by the ever-enthused face of Gorg, the budding pastry chef Blade. “Hey there, good morning to you, Prince! Just thought I’d stop by and ask for your help again at the shop today! I made a bunch of a test recipe for flans and need to know what a human thinks of them, if that’s okay with you?” The Blade grinned proudly, obviously excited to have finally moved past cookies.

Zeke almost didn’t have it in his heart to turn the excited merman down, but if he kept up these eating habits, no one would ever look at him the same again. The prince cleared his throat and looked Gorg in the eye. “Gorg, my friend, you see, there’s a bit of a smallish problem with me being your designated taste tester. You see, a strong, handsome, powerful prince such as myself can’t do nothing but eat desserts all day. If I keep doing that, I’ll lose my combative edge, and then what? No one will fear the great Thunderbolt Zeke, the Zekenator, the Eye of Shining Justice, if they think he’s gone soft, right, chum?”

Gorg looked down apologetically before responding. “Yeah, you see, Prince, I did kind of already notice you’d been putting on a little weight from the cookie taste test trials, and I’m sorry I didn’t do anything to stop or help. But I did come up with a plan for the flan tests! I’m using much less fattening ingredients in this trial run, so you should be able to shed the excess weight from the cookies in no time!”

“Wha—really?!” Zeke exclaimed, “That’s fantastic news, Gorg! Well, in that case, I’m all yours for the day! Point me towards the flans, and Thunderbolt Zeke will see to it they never see the light of day again! Hah!” He struck one of his usual dramatic poses, the soft layer of flab on his stomach wobbling slightly as he did so. Gorg led him to the shop front, with a table laid with an array of his latest attempt at a flan flavor, enough to feed a small family for a week. Zeke managed to put it all away in the space of an hour, and then asked for seconds, to which the chef Blade was happy to oblige. He loved baking, but what he loved more was seeing people enjoy his desserts, but Gorg had never imagined someone would ever enjoy them to the extent that his beloved Driver did. So he promised himself that he would do nothing else aside from keep cooking marvelous dishes to please the Tantalese prince for the rest of their time together.

Zeke woke up groggily one morning because of a sudden loud noise interrupting his slumber. He blinked his eye slowly, trying to determine the source of the sound, when it happened again: a low, gurgling rumble, coming directly from his stomach. The prince grumbled and slowly rolled over, swinging his feet over the edge of his bed. Heaving his considerable bulk up into a standing position, the topless prince made his way over to the mirror to take a look at his body.

The first immediately noticable thing was his face, which was much less sharp, and softened considerably by round chubby cheeks and a double chin. His neck was covered in a layer of fat as well, which caused him to have a triple chin when he looked down. His once-hardened muscular chest had softened to a flabby set of moobs, which sagged to the sides of his massive gut. His six pack was long gone, replaced now by a double-decker flabby stomach that split right across the middle, where the top roll folded over the belly button. His arms were much larger than they once were, but not in a muscular way; his biceps oozed with flab, dangling off his arms in true bingo wing fashion. His hands were even starting to get fatter too now. His massive thighs and rear gave were large compared to most other humans, but not enough to give him pear shaped body, his gigantic round gut giving him an undeniable apple shape. His thighs were covered in flabby rolls, a fold of fat beginning to form over his knees, and his ass cheeks were each the size of a large melon, wobbling every time he even took a slight step. His footsteps were now an exaggerated waddle to prevent his enormous thighs from rubbing together too much.

Sighing, Zeke donned his coat, which was now painfully tight around his shoulders and armpits. It had been a month and a half since the warrior prince had begun helping his Blade, Gorg, pursue his dream of opening a dessert shop, and Zeke had since resigned himself to his new fate of being a fatass. Sure, Nia gave him a hard time, and Rex and Mórag were constantly worrying about his health, but he was strong and was able to push off their comments about his size quite easily at this point. If it meant making his Blade friend happy, and getting to enjoy his delicious cooking every day, the prince was happy.

Thankfully, the inn was a single floor building, and Gorg’s shop was right outside the front door, because Zeke was not in the best shape anymore. As the massive prince waddled his way to the store front, he plopped himself heavily into the nearest chair at a table, ignoring the creaking of the wooden seat as his gigantic behind sat down upon it, the flab of his ass and thighs oozing over the sides and threatening to swallow the chair whole. Wheezing from the exertion of just getting over to the store from the inn, Zeke was thankful when he saw Gorg approaching with plates piled high with drinks and cakes: milkshakes to cool him down after his exercise of waddling less than 200 feet, and piles of cakes for him to taste test for the shop. Gorg watched, pleased beyond words at the look of blissful satisfaction on his Driver’s fattening face as Zeke shoved slices of cake into his greedy mouth with barely any breaks or pauses, aside from slurping down milkshakes to clear his throat of crumbs. The strained seams of Zeke’s pants and coat popped in some places from this onslaught of gluttony, causing small bubbles of fat to seep through. Something about his Driver enjoying his food so much that he was outgrowing his clothes because of it sent a thrill rushing through Gorg’s chest, and he realized he wanted to cause the Tantalese prince to outgrow his clothes entirely.

Zeke chugged down the last milkshake, belching into a closed fist as he did so. His fat face was covered in frosting and crumbs, which he didn’t even seem to notice. “Really good stuff, there, Gorg! I think that’ll be some top-hole stuff to sell at your shop, chum.” Zeke patted his overfed middle joyously to emphasize his point.

Gorg grinned enthusiastically as he clapped the prince on his jiggly shoulder. “That’s great to hear! Well if that’s the successful cake recipe, then I think I’m ready to open the shop tomorrow. I’ll just need you and the others to help me advertise. Can you do that for me, Prince?”

Zeke huffed as he hoisted himself up from his table. Breathing heavily as he stood, balancing himself with a hand on the table, he finally responded. “Sure, chum, I can definitely help out with that. What’ll you need me to do?” Gorg looked thoughtful for a second before responding. “You, sir? I’ll give you a whole hell of a lot of free samples to try and entice people to our store, sound good?”

The obese prince nodded enthusiastically, chins wobbling as he did so. “Oh, absolutely! Nothing that the great Thunderbolt Zeke can’t handle!” Placing his chubby hands on his flabby love handles, he laughed heartily, his entire body jiggling as he did so. Tomorrow would be a day to remember for him, getting to participate in the grand opening of the first-ever Blade-made dessert store!

The day of the grand opening of Gorg’s Just Desserts arrived, and the sample table in the square in front of the shop was absolutely piled high with desserts. The overfed swordsman, Zeke, scratched at the upper roll of his round gut as he stared in awe at the display. “So he wants me to hand out all of these? For free??” He scoffed, and reached a hand out to grab some cookies. “There’s far too much here for just samples. I doubt we’ll really need all of it.”

As his pudgy fingers were about to grasp a cookie, a much smaller and skinnier hand slapped his away. “Wh- Hey!” Zeke turned his lard-stuffed body towards the aggressor, being confronted by the much smaller form of his comrade, the salvager, Rex. The brown-haired boy grinned up at the jiggly obese mountain of a man, patting him on his exposed gut. “What d’you think you’re doing with that, Zeke? Those samples are for everyone, you can’t just steal some for yourself, that’s bad for business y’know!”

Zeke sighed dramatically. “Rex, my treasured chum, you simply don’t understand! I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast today, and there’s far more here than we could reasonably give away to everyone who walks by! Gorg has been having my extraordinary taste buds to test his recipes all this time, so he must have thought ahead and put extra out for me to dull my impressive hunger! He’s my Blade, you know. We have a special bond, so of course he’d know that!”

“Oh, sure, guess that makes sense. I did figure that might be a bit too much product for free samples,” Rex mumbled as he messed with his hair embarrassedly. “Well then, maybe you should pull up a chair? I reckon standing for too long’s probably out of the question for you now, yeah?”

Zeke huffed in an annoyed manner as he pulled a chair up and lowered his considerable bulk down into it, once again oblivious to the ominous wooden creaks as he did so. Rex chuckled as he headed back to his spot for calling patrons into the shop, wondering to himself if Nia was gonna complain about Zeke’s size again.

Now comfortable in his comparably small café chair, which was dwarfed by his absolutely disgustingly oversized ass and thighs, the morbidly obese prince promptly began stuffing his face with cookies, flans, and cakes, grabbing each with his fingerless-gloved hands, his plump sausage fingers coated in frosting and crumbs and the fabric of his gloves stained from his weeks of wanton gorging. His jiggling jowls and multiple chins wobbled back and forth as he chewed ravenously, and his flabby bingo wings slapped against his overstuffed pillow moobs and numerous side rolls every time he lifted a handful of sweets to his hungry mouth. His overfed gut pooled in his lap, forcing his massive tree trunk thick thighs apart on the inside and drooping over them on the outside. His love handles squeezed out of the top of the waist of his pants, pushing the sides of his long tattered coat even further back than he used to wear it. His lardy, misshapen ass oozed over the sides of the chair, each cheek now the size of an average bean bag chair. His flabby thighs ripped through the fabric of his overburdened pants in many different spots, and he could no longer properly bend his legs because of the fat covering his knees.

The spectacle of the gigantic man attracted more onlookers than even Rex or Nia’s shouted introductions of the shop, every Urayan fascinated by the massive Tantalese man absolutely stuffing himself in a strange attempt at advertising. Entire personal-sized cakes vanished down his greedy throat at an alarming rate. Yet, none of the observers were put off by this gluttonous display at all; in fact, quite the contrary. Urayan made their way to Gorg’s Just Desserts by the dozen, walking away with their own personal mountains of confectioneries. Nia, the Gormotti Driver who had been traveling with Rex for longer than anyone else now, was absolutely stunned by this marketing strategy.

The furry-eared girl muttered to Rex as they watched Zeke pop a few more seams on his pants and coat while shoving handfuls of cookies into his mouth. “Hey, Rex, why d’you think people are so obsessed with watchin’ Shellhead stuff himself silly? Seems a little weird, don’t it?”

Rex gave her a little bit of a reprimanding look before responding. “Nia, you’ve got to stop being so mean to poor Zeke. He’s just trying to help make Gorg’s dream a reality, isn’t he? And isn’t that why we decided to travel to Elysium together?”

“What, so Shellhead could become a gluttonous blob?” Nia snickered

Rex looked baffled. “Wha… No! To make our dreams a reality! Me and Pyra’s, remember?”

The Gormotti Driver rolled her eyes. “Yeah, thanks, I know Rex. I was only jokin’. You know, humor? Laughs? That stuff?” She sighed heavily. “Anyways, I guess you’re right about Zeke. He always was a bit too willin’ tae help others. Maybe I’ll cut him some slack from now on. I mean, his clothes sure ain’t cuttin’ him any.”

Right as she said that, the sound of ripping fabric rent the air, and Nia and Rex both turned their gazes towards their flabby companion just in time to watch the last threads of his shredded pants give way. Scraps of the fabric caught in his love handles and under his drooping stomach rolls, as the rest drifted to the ground below his chair. Zeke didn’t seem to notice that his strained pair of boxers, which barely contained his pasty ass now and looked more like an oversized bikini bottom, was now exposed to every onlooker. Nia averted her gaze, blushing furiously. “Ey, Rex, go and tell Shellhead to cover up his unmentionables! I don’t wanna see any of that!”

Rex blushed as well at the realization that Zeke was this close to being nude in front of potential customers. “Oh, er, right! I’ll, er, take care of that I guess. But uh, I think his guy’s big enough now to cover up any, er, wardrobe malfunctions, isn’t it?”

Nia closed her eyes and snapped back at the oblivious Salvager. “’Ow should I know?! I’m not lookin’ at my fatass friend’s body tae see if his one-eyed monster is on display for all to see or not!”

Rex looked at Nia, amused. “Oh hey, so you do know what that means after al—”

“JUST SHUT UP AND GO COVER UP SHELLHEAD’S FAT ASS BEFORE HE SCARES OFF OUR CUSTOMERS!”

Rex hastily scurried off and came back with lots of fabrics he’d been holding onto from various stores, all from his travels with his friends. He usually used them to give to his Blades, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Zeke didn’t even notice his approach, the corpulent man continuing to stuff his face even more with the “samples” provided by Gorg. Placing a massive quilt over Zeke’s ever-growing lap, Rex heard a strange creaking noise as he did so. Creaking… and then… splintering wood?

“Oh, that can’t be good.” the Aegis Driver thought to himself, right before an ominous cracking noise came from under Zeke’s monumentally-sized ass. A split second later, the morbidly obese prince plummeted to the ground, his landing causing the entire area to shake as his considerable bulk hit the floor. Blinking slowly, Zeke looked around at all the awestruck onlookers, then to Rex, who was next to him looking concerned, to Nia, who was standing a fair distance away trying not to burst out laughing, and finally down to himself. He couldn’t even see past the rolls of fat that made up his massive round stomach anymore, so he wasn’t aware of his missing trousers. He felt a chill breeze hitting his back and shoulders, alerting him to the fact that his favorite coat was no more, and his entire upper half was devoid of clothing as well now. The rotund man realized that his arms were now so swaddled with fat that he couldn’t properly bend them anymore, and he also couldn’t put them down at his sides due to the abundance of flabby side rolls and his oversized moobs getting in the way. He also realized that his massive gut was currently pinning his legs to the ground, so he had no way of getting up onto his feet on his own.

The portly prince turned his lard-wreathed face towards his comrades, beseeching them for assistance. “Um, a little help here, chaps? Having a bit of a predicament with standing up, you know.” Rex immediately grabbed one of his fat hands and started heaving upwards, while Nia made her way over to do the same with the other arm. Once he was standing, it was quite apparent to all just how much Zeke had grown during this “marketing exercise” today. His massively round stomach now drooped down to the middle of his calves, the lowest roll dangling just a few inches off the ground. His fat-covered arms and legs were beginning to absorb his hands and feet respectively, both being gradually sunken into the lardy rolls of his arms and legs. The massive pillow sized biceps on his arms, which stuck out at an angle because of his moobs and love handles, were now extra apparent as the reason for his inability to lower them fully anymore. His good eye was in a permanent squint, due to the fat of his cheeks now forming a drooping set of jowls on his face. His double chin had graduated to a full-sized triple chin, and his neck was no longer visible at all, completely absorbed by rolls upon rolls of fat. His rear was covered in massive rolls of back fat, which would probably make it so he would never be able to lie on his back again. His flabby, shapeless ass cheeks drooped nearly as far as his gut when standing, most of the fat seeping out from under his overburdened boxers.

Wheezing after the exertion of just standing up, the mountainously obese man addressed the crowd of observers. “Huff… huff… ahem. As you can all see, Gorg’s Just Desserts are the best desserts you can find this side of Alrest! So go on over and buy some for yourselves!”

As the crowd dispersed to go rush over to the dessert shop, Zeke turned his round face as best as he could to address Nia and Rex. “Now, if you chaps’ll excuse me, I should probably go sleep this off at the inn.” He began slowly waddling the short distance to the building, his flab jiggling and slapping against itself the entire time. Rex and Nia stood transfixed by the hypnotic sway of his pendulous ass cheeks as he inched each tree trunk thigh forward step by step, the lower rolls of his gut slapping against his flabby ankles every time. His labored wheezing could be heard by anyone in a 100 foot radius, but no one seemed to pay the pudgy prince any mind. Nia turned to Rex, a smirk forming on her face. “D’you reckon he can even fit through the door to the inn at this point?”

Zeke von Genbu spent the entire afternoon and evening of the grand opening of his trusted Blade’s dessert shop sleeping off his food coma in his rented bedroom at the inn. He awoke with a start when there was a rapping at his door, blearily opening his eye to see pale moonlight filtering through the window. His insatiable stomach let out a loud rumble as he woke, and he called out to the door, “Who is it? If you don’t have food, you can bugger off!”

The bedroom door opened, revealing Gorg pushing a trolley cart loaded with desserts from his shop. The water Blade smiled at his blob of a Driver, watching him heave his considerable bulk into a sitting position on his bed, panting with the effort of doing even just that. He’s absolutely massive now… He must be getting close to 800 pounds, maybe even more than that! Gorg thought to himself, before wheeling the cart of desserts over to right beside his Prince’s bedside .

“What’s all this, then, chum?” Zeke asked, a look of confusion upon his flabby face. His apron of a belly was just beginning to push up to his toes when he laid down, and Gorg couldn’t help but notice how soft and comfortable his chest and tummy looked. The Blade cleared his mind and spoke up. “Well, because of your PR for the shop today, my debut as a patissier was a massive success! So I figured I’d bring you a thank you gift so we could celebrate my grand opening… together!”

Zeke’s overstuffed sausage fingers scratched at one of his highest love handle rolls, the only part of his enormous body he could still reach with his pillowy arms. “That’s great news, Gorg! But, ah, how am I supposed to eat all this when I can barely move my arms to grab any of the food with my arms this size?” Gorg didn’t use any words, but instead used action to answer the Prince’s question. Grabbing a tray of cakes, the athletic Blade scrambled up the rolls of Zeke’s belly, perching on his massive, cushiony breasts, and shoved a cake directly in between his plump lips. Zeke let out a muffled exclamation of surprise which promptly turned into a moan of pleasure as he tasted the cake. Gorg must have made it special for him, as its flavor was unlike any he had ever tasted before in his life. The one-eyed prince and his loyal Blade stayed up all night, Gorg stuffing more and more desserts into his Driver’s mouth as Zeke grew rounder, fatter, heavier, bigger, all because of his trusted companion. At one point during the night, the bed completely gave way under the immense weight perched upon it, but neither of its occupants cared; they just kept eating and feeding, Zeke crossing the threshold into complete immobility.

Local Urayan gossip spoke of the Blade-owned desserts shop and the massive house of its owner. Strange loud noises could often be heard emanating from it, but no one knew what it was. Many assumed it was a ghost or a pet or something, but in reality, it was the former Prince of Tantal, Zeke von Genbu. The man had reached full-on blob status thanks to a constant feeding schedule of desserts baked by Gorg,his Blade. His massive body filled an entire large room on its own, his shapeless ass cheeks and countless stomach rolls pressing against the walls of his quarters. His thighs as thick as couches now, dimpled with rolls of lard all over their massive expanse, were forced even further apart by his mountainous belly, which seeped in the space between his thighs with no effort whatsoever. His hands and feet had long ago been swallowed up by the flab encasing his appendages, his body a shapeless mass of rolls and fat that showed no signs of ever once being human at all. That is, unless you could find his head in all the expanse, the easiest way to do so being to listen for the sounds of eating and heavy breathing. Nestled between two enormous flabby jowls, an uncountable array of chins and neck rolls, and an expanse of back rolls that threatened to cascade over his head any day now, was a mop of silvery hair atop a comparably minuscule face adorned with one eye patch. The spoiled Prince’s face was always covered in small smears of frosting and crumbs from the Blade-powered conveyor belt of desserts built to deliver directly to his greedy mouth at all hours of the day, his blobby body growing ever larger every day. This was of course why Gorg purchased such a large house for just two occupants: so he could freely knock down any walls or ceilings needed to give his cherished Driver room to further grow.

#weight gain #male weight gain #ssbhm #my writing #fat!xenoblade

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years

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Hello i hope you are doing well could you do a scenario where Male Yuu and Ruggie are on a donut "date"

I hope you are doing well too, Anon!

Ruggie needs more content and more food. He is a very good boy...but he loses to Leona-san in terms of popularity. I would like to feed Ruggie donuts and make sure he is well taken care of...

I learned a lot about donuts by researching for this piece. Different doughs taste and feel different in the mouth--and they also react differently to coatings and toppings.

P.S. In this Lilia request, I mention a restaurant called the Poison Apple, and in the following Ruggie imagine, I reference a bakery with a similar vibing name. Yes, I do indeed have an entire small college town for Twisted Wonderland crafted in my head, and yes, all of the shops have fairy tale puns or references in their names.

Imagine this...

Yuu glanced up from his menu and stared at the sea of people buzzing around him.

Ginger’s Bread House was packed. He never thought that a bakery, of all things, would have this many ardent fans. Perhaps the place’s motto--”Sweets, treats, and gingerbread--made snappy!”--was not just for show.

Men, women, and children buzzed around pristine glass cases containing all manner of baked goods. Cookies, cakes, tarts, breads--all embedded with candied wishes and dusted with sweet dreams. The intoxicating, cozy smell of cinnamon, sugar, and cloves lingered in the air.

It all seemed so delicious and inviting, like a dessert paradise straight out of a fairy tale.

“This place is busy,” Yuu noted. “Thank goodness we managed to grab a seat before the lunch hour crowd swept in.”

“Shishishi, it’s a pretty popular joint,” Ruggie explained with a laugh. “Once you taste their stuff, you’ll understand why!” He gestured to the menu in Yuu’s hands. “Have you decided what you want? I’ll go up and order for us.”

“I’ve never even heard of some of these flavors,” Yuu remarked, running his eyes down the list of offerings. “Or some of these items, period.”

What in the world was a Dragon’s Breath flavored cupcake? Or a Princess Braid Bread? Or a cup of Witch’s Hex Chocolate?

Some of the item descriptions were also slightly concerning--gingerbread men may scream in your mouth, consume at your own discretion. Ginger’s Bread House is not responsible for any and all emotional or mental damage that may occur as a result of consuming our wares.

“You can’t go wrong with donuts!” Ruggie suggested, tapping a finger at the menu section in question. “This is what I’m getting.”

He pointed to a donut drenched half drenched in a dark chocolate glaze, the other half a bright red with two yellow candies, glued in place with frosting. What appeared to be two pieces of circular chocolate wafers were stuck into the donut, giving the appearance of mouse ears.

“Alright, I’ll just have whatever you’re having, then. I trust your judgement, o’ wise donut connoisseur.”

“Great choice! I’ll be right back.” Ruggie leapt to his feet and made his way into the crowd of waiting bakery patrons.

He returned only a few moments later, a tray of donuts and two drinks in hand--one glass, the color of sunset, the other, the melting night sky. Ruggie flashed a cheeky grin and collapsed back into his seat across from Yuu.

“That was fast. Did you cut the line or something?”

“You could say that,” Ruggie snickered, bringing a hand to his mouth. “It helps to have a few tricks up your sleeve.”

“You didn’t steal them, did you?”

“Hey, no way would I do that. I just help out the owner sometimes with odd jobs. They don’t mind if I cut the line every now and again. And look!” Ruggie nodded at the two tall glasses on the tray. “They even gave me some free drinks.”

“I don’t know if I fully believe that story.”

“Ahh, you don’t need to worry so much--let’s just dig in already.”

“Hold on,” Yuu interrupted, narrowing his eyes at the drinks that accompanied their donuts. He reached into his pocket for his wallet. “I need to pay you back for--”

“No!” Ruggie snapped, a little too quickly--his fangs were showing, and Yuu could have sworn that his fur was standing on end.

Yuu raised an eyebrow. “But you spent money on me. At least let me pay for my share of the food.”

“No, I got this one covered,” Ruggie insisted, “so you don’t need to do that.”

“Are you sure?” Yuu frowned. “You could be using your hard-earned Madols on other things.”

“It’s my money, so I’ll use it how I want--and I wanna use it on you,” Ruggie said matter-of-factly. “I helped out at the Mostro Lounge so I could take you here, so it’s not like I’m taking money outta my savings to cover this.”

“You...willingly worked for Azul?”

Ruggie nodded. “I thought Leona-san was a slave-driver, but he’s got nothing on Azul, sheesh. He really made me work my tail off for my pay.”

Yuu winced at the idea--but it was clear that Ruggie really, really to treat him, so he let the topic drop. He sighed, tucking his wallet back into his pocket.

“Thank you. That was really sweet of you, Ruggie.”

“Shishishi, don’t mention it!” he beamed, blushing a bit. “Okay, let’s eat. I wanna see if you like the food.”

“Let’s.”

The donut is buttery and dense, with a hint of apples, cinnamon, and a pinch of something that Yuu couldn’t exactly put his finger on. The chocolate shell and wafers have a satisfying snap to it, and its bitterness holds up well against the saccharine nature of the donut.

Yuu’s eyes widened.

“How is it?” Ruggie asked through a mouthful of pastry.

“Wow. Just...wow,” Yuu warily eyed the sunset and the night sky drinks. “If everything here tastes as good as these donuts, I think my bank account will be in danger.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Ruggie took another massive bite from his donut, setting stray crumbs and traces of chocolate onto his face. He was so eager, so ravenous--Yuu had to admit, it was kind of cute to watch him eat in such a way.

He glanced down at his own donut, recalling the taste that had been on his tongue just moments earlier.

A rich sweetness with a sprinkle of something unidentifiable--no, something magical...

Yuu wondered if this was, perhaps, what first love was like.

#Yuu #MC #Ruggie Bucchi #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #MC x Ruggie Bucchi #Ruggie Bucchi x MC #Yuu x Ruggie Bucchi #Ruggie Bucchi x Yuu #imagine this #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland requests #twisted wonderland headcanons

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randomfandominserts · 4 years

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urs by NIKI - Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Playlist Series: Link

Urs by NIKI

Lyrics: “Trynna find where your head is, but I’m losing myself in the process

You’re bad for my health, all the good nights

Are they hidden goodbyes in disguise? I never know

You come see me only when I ask first

When you kiss me, do you wish it were her?

The best at being the worst

But fuck’s sake, I’m already yours.”

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, angst, idk

Word Count: 3.2k

Saturday

Oikawa Tooru was beautiful. His hair was mussed from the relentless tugging you had just exposed it to, his face slightly flushed. It took all of your willpower to tear your gaze from his face when he turned back to look at you. You knew he’d be weirded out, you couldn’t stare at him like you were in love. That’s not what this was supposed to be.

He finished tugging on his shirt and held out a hand to you. No - not a hand. It was just your top. “Here,” he said, dropping it on your lap when you didn’t reach out fast enough. “I have to go to practice in an hour, and I wanted to grab something to eat first.” You pulled your shirt over your head at an agonizingly slow pace. He was kicking you out, of course he was. But you wanted to savor the moment, the sight of him slightly disheveled and the smell of him and the close proximity and- “Thanks for coming over though, (Y/N).” He gave you that smile - it was faked and forced but God, you loved his smile - before stepping away from the bed you were still seated on.

“No problem.” You stood, finally, and moved to pick up your bag and keys. “You don’t usually practice on the weekends. Do you have a game next week?” He shrugged, too consumed with sorting through his volleyball bag to pay any more attention to you.

“A couple practice matches, and a game on Friday.”

“Right.” He was done with you. “I’ll head out now. Have a good time at practice. Say ‘hi’ to Iwa for me?”

“Sure, sure.” He waved you goodbye - or maybe he was waving you away. Whichever, you shot him one last smile - not that he was looking at you to see it - and headed out.

It hadn’t always been like this between you two, at least not in private. You used to be friends, and you would talk and laugh and spend time together like any other pair of pals. Somewhere along the way, you both decided to try being friends with benefits. That’s what ruined it for you. Suddenly Oikawa was detached unless you were fucking, and you were so incredibly attached that it was embarrassing. No one noticed much of a change, because with your friends you were mostly still the bubbly, goofy pair that you had always been. But getting to see the Oikawa you loved when you were alone was limited to the times you were being intimate.

Sunday

It was an incredibly boring afternoon. You were already finished with all of your homework and wanted nothing more than to relax with a couple of friends. Unfortunately for you, most of your usual Sunday squad had already said they were busy. You were left with one option, one that wasn’t unwelcome but was awkward all the same. It had been ages since you and Oikawa had spent time together that wasn’t for, well, pleasure purposes, so you weren’t sure how the invite would go over, but you decided to give it a try despite that.

~Tooruuuu

There was no immediate response. Not even a semi-quick one, not like usual. Hmm. Maybe he hadn’t seen it? You decided to send another text, just in case.

~I’m bored

~Wanna have a movie day? I have snacks and Netflix :))

It was read immediately but was left unresponded to for about 5 minutes.

~busy today, sorry :(

~Oh, okay </3 Have fun!

~u too

Had he always been such a slow, dry texter? You sighed and tossed your phone aside. Guess it would be a solo movie night tonight.

Monday

Everyone was laughing, but you simply bit into your sandwich without glancing at the storyteller. Oikawa was retelling the story of how he met some girl Saturday night after practice. “She was beautiful, and I made a fool of myself!” he whined, while the surrounding third years jeered and laughed and teased. You weren’t in the mood for all that. You didn’t care that he got her number or that she was “the prettiest girl” he’s ever seen (and yes, that is a direct quote). You didn’t care that she was texting him right at that moment, or that she apparently went to Aoba Johsai with you guys. You especially didn’t care about how much fun they had yesterday at the park while you were alone in your room, or how she was smart and beautiful and perfect. You simply did not care in the slightest.

You felt a nudge in your ribs, and you glanced over to see Iwaizumi looking at you. “You good?” he asked quietly. How considerate of him, to quietly get in your business rather than let the whole table in on it. He didn’t know about the friends with benefits situation, why would he? So you sighed and shrugged, averting your attention back to your sandwich.

“Don’t really care about Tooru’s hot date, is all.” Luckily for you, Iwa didn’t press the matter. He let out a small hum, a minute sign of understanding, before turning back to the laughing group around you. He probably had some suspicions. Maybe you’d text him about it later, maybe call to explain your sour mood, but for now, you were happy to let it be. Now wasn’t the time to tell him about you and Oikawa’s arrangement.

Later that night, you sat alone in your room. You were bored and lonely and, despite all the qualms you held about it, you missed Oikawa dearly. It took only a couple of seconds to glance at your phone and realize practice was probably over, so you pushed aside your pride and opened up your messaging app.

~Hey

~Practice over? :)

And you waited. You waited and waited and waited until finally, 1 hour and 37 minutes later, you got a response.

~yeah

~what’s up?

~Wanna come over? Home alone and I’m bored ;p

It was almost ridiculous how quickly you texted back, especially since he took another 23 minutes to send his simple response.

~ok

~be over in 15

He took 26 minutes to get to your house, not 15, but at least he came. The time was spent as it usually was, with him peppering your skin with little kisses and him singing your praises while you melted like putty in his hands. It felt intimate and wonderful, but it also felt like only a moment, and you found yourself watching Oikawa pull on his clothes much too soon. You stayed planted on your bed, wanting nothing more than to curl up under your fluffy comforter with Oikawa by your side.

“Something wrong?” He was calling out to you from across the room, having noticed your frozen state. Of course he had noticed, he was one of the most perceptive people you knew. But you didn’t give in and only shook your head in response.

“No, just sleepy. You really know how to tire me out, huh?” You tried to smile and laugh, you tried to mask the lies. You knew he could see right through it, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he glanced down at his phone which had just given a little ‘beep.’ The corners of his lips twitched upwards as he tapped away at the screen. Immediately. “Who’s that?”

“You know the girl I met the other night? She invited me and the guys to this bakery she knows, as a late-night snack.” He was smiling fully now, completely occupied by the texts that were pouring in. Beep, beep, beep. It took a moment before he finally put it down and looked back at you. “I’m sure you can come too. If you want.”

“No, that’s okay. I’m tired, remember? I’m probably going to go to sleep.”

“Okay. Good, I’m gonna go then.” He tugged on his jacket and laced up his shoes. “Bye!”

“Goodnight,” you said weakly. Reluctantly.

“Yeah, goodnight.” It sounded so forced, but you didn’t bring it up. You simply curled under your blankets and waited until you heard your front door slam before falling asleep.

Tuesday

“Here.” Iwaizumi placed a small wrapped pastry in your outstretched hands. It was warm, like it had just been heated up, and it smelled lovely. It was early in the morning, just before classes were to start, and you hadn’t eaten yet. Iwaizumi was basically your savior.

“Thanks, Hajime.” You unwrapped the treat, eager to see what was inside. It was a small blueberry scone, which made you smile. “You didn’t bake, did you?” You faked disbelief, shaking your head with a laugh. “What if you poisoned it?”

“I got it from a bakery last night, idiot.” He tapped you on the shoulder, friendly and gentle, but hearing where he got it immediately caused a shift in your attitude.

“With Oikawa?” Iwaizumi was hesitant to answer, as he was hyperaware of the shift that had just occurred.

“...Yeah.” No longer in the mood to joke around, you simply lifted the treat to your lips and ate it in small nibbles. It was, unfortunately, delicious. You didn’t want to give this mysterious girl any credit but damn did she know a good bakery. “What’s going on with you two?” You shrugged, using the scone as an excuse to keep from speaking, but Iwa was too smart for his own good. He saw what you were doing and took back the pastry he had just gifted you. You gave him a small sigh.

“Nothing’s going on with us. Not really.” Iwaizumi was giving you a look that told you he didn’t believe you for 1 second. You sighed again, not wanting to crack, but having someone to talk to would be nice, wouldn’t it? “Honestly, Iwa? We fuck sometimes. But he’s so disconnected it hardly feels like anything more than a step backward.” Your friend gave no visible reaction to your confession. It was like he wasn’t surprised at all. But instead of teasing you or saying ‘I told you so’ he let you continue. “And now there’s that girl, you know, the ‘prettiest girl in the world’ or whatever. And I know it’s just a crush, but I don’t know, what if I’m losing him? I bet the whole time we were together last night he was thinking about her.”

“They just met.” He was trying to comfort you, in his own way. But it fell on deaf ears.

“Whatever. I have to get to class.” You gathered your items off the floor and headed off down the hall. “Thanks for the scone.”

Iwaizumi sent you a million (AKA two) texts that night after their practice match, trying to talk to you about the Oikawa situation. Unfortunately for him, you were too busy breaking your own heart (AKA having sex with Oikawa) to text back anything helpful. And, unfortunately for you, Oikawa received a call from his new girl crush in the middle of the act and had to cut it short.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” he said, putting on his best puppy dog face, “She’s lost! I need to go rescue her!”

“Right.” You were frustrated, cold, empty without him. But he was already tugging on his shoes and dialing her number on his phone.

“I can’t leave a lady stranded!” he was saying, so proud of himself and happy that he could run off and rescue this mysterious maiden. You could almost laugh. He was leaving you naked and cold, he was stranding you to go find this girl who couldn’t even make her way around the city she lived in. He was on the phone with her by the time he was out the door, laughing and smiling and leaving you feeling almost sick. Maybe instead of a laugh, you would cry.

You pulled out your phone, finally needing the advice that Iwaizumi was itching to give you.

~Should I end this thing?

~What do you think?

~How helpful.

Wednesday

You were, once again, sitting at lunch and angrily munching on your meal while everyone around you laughed and enjoyed their time. The topic of conversation was, once again, Oikawa’s beautiful new girl friend. Not ‘girlfriend’ yet, but you were sure that’s where they were headed. How annoying.

Iwa sat beside you like usual, and he made sure to glance over in your direction every time Oikawa mentioned his crush. You’d think his concern was sweet, if it wasn’t for the fact that Oikawa quickly noticed that you were the subject of his friend’s constant looks and asked if you were alright. It took everything in you to not scream or hit Iwaizumi or lash out at Oikawa. Instead, after a deep breath, you plastered a smile on your face and turned to Oikawa.

“I’m fine,” you said, “Just tired.” Though you were sure it was obvious that you were lying - your fake smile wasn’t nearly as convincing as Oikawa’s - no one said a thing. Oikawa went back to his story - him and his girl had a movie night yesterday after he helped her get home, how cute - and you went back to stabbing your salad aggressively.

You were pulled aside following the meal. Iwaizumi stood, arms crossed and face stern, ready to tell you what you needed to hear (though, it definitely wasn’t going to be what you wanted to hear).

“I know that you like him,” he started.

“Love,” you corrected. He ignored you.

“But trust me when I say he’s not oblivious. And you’re not subtle.” You sighed, crossing your arms to match your friend’s stance.

“So? What am I supposed to do about it?”

“If you don’t want to lose him? Tell him the truth.” Iwaizumi walked off, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You didn’t text Oikawa that night. He didn’t text you either.

Thursday

You laughed at lunch, but only because Oikawa was off doing who-knows-what with his little crush. They had a lunch date or something, who knows. He squeezed in time to see her whenever he could (or at least that’s what you gathered from his teammates). He was even inviting her to practice.

He never did that with you.

Friday

You weren’t sure what possessed you to attend the team’s game.

You never come to these things. It was loud and hot and you could hardly push your way past the crowd of Seijoh fans that were packed into the gym. Looks like everyone had the same idea as you and came early enough to see the team’s individual warm-ups.

Because the other team had yet to arrive and start their warm-ups you were able to slip down to the court fairly easily. You just wanted to say hi to your friends and wish them luck before the game started. You also had a little treat stuffed in your pocket: some of Oikawa’s favorite candy in a little good-luck baggie. Maybe if you could get him alone you would give him the gift and tell him what you’d been thinking about for the past week (in your head you imagined it would likely go something like ‘I’m in love with you, Tooru, and I want to be with you!’ Very dramatic and romantic).

After spotting Oikawa’s head peeking up over the crowd of players, you began to make your way in his direction. How lucky, he wasn’t even practicing yet. You were determined to catch him before he got into his game mode, but you were suddenly stopped by a firm hand on your arm. Iwa had caught your arm and held you in place, keeping you from your mission of finally confessing to Oikawa. You turned to glare at Iwa, to give him a piece of your mind, but he only shook his head at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see To- uh, to support the team.” Smooth.

He dropped your arm and quickly - nervously?- glanced over your shoulder before averting his gaze right back to you. Maybe he hadn’t meant for you to see, but you noticed anyway. You turned your head slightly, just in time to see most of the team had moved out of your line of sight to expose Oikawa and - no way.

He was bending down and kissing her, right there, for everyone to see. For you and Iwaizumi and the rival team and Oikawa’s fangirls and the entire crowd and everyone to see.

“Oh.” You turned back to Iwaizumi, whose expression was unreadable. “I, uh, I didn’t know they were actually, uh, dating.” You tried to laugh, like it was some kind of funny joke. “Didn’t they meet a week ago? This is kinda fast, huh?”

“(Y/N)...” Iwa looked like he wanted to say more, but there was a quick whistle ‘toot’ that called his attention. His team started to make their way to the court for the official warm-ups.

“Hey, don’t mind me. Go play!” You were smiling - God, how were you smiling? - and you shooed him off to the court. “Have a good game!” He looked torn but still shuffled over to join his team. You were ushered into the stands and ended up next to Oikawa’s crush. No, wait, girlfriend. How wonderful.

You stayed for the entire game. Maybe because you felt it would be a waste to go. Maybe because you wanted to support the team. Maybe because you didn’t know what else to do with yourself at that moment. Whichever the case, you suffered through the game for no reason. There was no one waiting for you when it ended. There was nothing to say.

Once you got home, it took everything in you to muster up the courage to shoot a simple text Oikawa’s way.

~I went to your game today! You played great :)

By now you were expecting a reply an hour later, if at all. So it came as a shock when a new text popped up on your phone not even 5 minutes later.

~I’m sorry, (Y/N), I think we should stop talking.

You turned off your phone.

Thursday

You and Oikawa were just friends again. Maybe that’s why things felt so normal between you two. You could laugh and talk and joke without having to worry about anyone finding out your secret. Unfortunately for you, being friends with Oikawa was what made you fall in love with him in the first place.

Lunch was different now. His girlfriend always sat with you, taking up the tiny spot that used to sit empty next to Oikawa. She was funny, you guess, but it ruined the flow of the conversations sometimes. It felt forced to you, she felt out of place. But maybe that was just your jealousy talking, because no one else acted like anything was different at all.

And maybe you were ridiculous, but you were still in love with him. Maybe it was easier to be in love when you didn’t have to pretend that you weren’t attached. Maybe it was easier to hide it when you didn’t have any alone time anymore. Were you happier this way? Who knows. You missed everything about him. You missed the way he touched you and the feeling of him against your skin. You missed his voice and you missed the way he held you. But you could accept it. It was better this way, right? Besides, he looked so happy with his new girlfriend. Who would want to ruin that?

But, fuck, you wished more than anything that you could get up in his face and tell him, “I’m yours.”

#oikawa x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#Haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #hq imagine #hq x reader #oikawa #oikawa imagine #haikyuu imagine #reader insert

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il-papa-patata · 3 years

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Come into My Heart

Mary and Swiss have a good fuck at the end of a long day.

(Established Mary/Swiss, Mary is Special Ghoul AU, smut with feelings, creampies, pwp)

Rated Explicit/18+

Cut for space and content

He'd told Terzo he wanted Swiss to nut in him, but like, emotionally.

The man has squinted at him, lips pulling into a grimace, and asked him if he was still high or something.

No, he wasn't high. And however weirdly put, it was a sincere desire of Mary's, though hard to exactly quantify. It's not like he could actually tell Swiss to nut in his heart, and it's not like he could give directions on how to get there, but-

Well, Swiss is kind of getting there on his own right now.

It's at the end of a long day. An early morning, waking up to a cool summer sunrise where the air was clean and fresh, they showered together (which was totally just practical, although having Swiss' big hands sudsing him up was the kind of torture he'd happily submit to for eternities), a light breakfast of leftover pastries from Aether (who's been on a baking stint), band practice and a mass and an early dinner together with everyone at some local restaurant, the plates flying and laughter burbling out of everyone, tips and critiques and praises swapped as they tucked into the food. And when they had gotten back, Swiss had pulled him against the door and kissed him for a good long while, these gentle presses of lips and teeth and tongue to his face and neck and shoulder, and grinned at him, saying “I missed you.”

They had a good night in – Swiss put on their favorite record, they had stripped out of their vestments, gotten into their sleep clothes, and cuddled close on the couch, talking about everything and nothing all at once.

At some point he had crawled into Swiss's lap, kissing him. Swiss had agreed, pulling Mary into him by his waist, roving those big wonderful hands along his skin, pulling off the sleep shirt and starting to nip and lick at that exposed skin. Mary had watched Swiss kiss him – soft and reverent, quiet in the still of their apartment (and it was theirs now) – and had thought if I could fall more in love with this man I would.

Swiss had picked him up – one arm, so strong, strength that was always gentle without being patronizing – and taken him into their bedroom, settled him across the sheets, told him that he wanted to fuck him until he was brainless from it.

Which is exactly what he's doing.

Slow, soft – but not gentle, not really. Swiss takes his time, lingers over each piece of Mary's skin, each turn of his joints and each smooth expanse of his skin. He nips and nibbles, licks and laves. Mary settles into the bed, arching into the touches that come.

“Pretty thing,” Swiss murmurs.

Swiss's big hands smooth warmth into places – his thighs, first, coming up under his ass to pull him closer, down towards the edge of the bed, then to smooth against the divot in his upper arm, down to his hand where their fingers lace gently. He pulls off Mary's sleep pants with one hand (and some help from Mary's free hand) and nestles his cock against Mary's, bending down so that their foreheads touch.

“How do you want it, pretty thing?”

“Mm,” Mary murmurs, “In your lap.”

“Edge of the bed or up by the pillows?”

“The edge.”

Swiss laughs, pressing a kiss beside his nose.

They part, resettling – Swiss goes for the little box of stuff they have, trying to grab a condom, but Mary shakes his head. Just lube is fine. Swiss nods, sits along his side of the bed, coos compliments as Mary gets up over his lap.

Swiss drizzles a bit of lube onto his fingers, settling his cheek against Mary's shoulder, presses his finger against him. Mary tenses – he's done this so many times but Swiss's touch is so gentle and tender that it feels new -- shudders a breath, and dips his head against his chest.

“Okay?” he murmurs.

“It's fine.”

“Just relax,” Swiss murmurs, “I've got you.”

One finger – Mary groans softly, nuzzles his nose against Swiss' hair, leaning into him. After a moment, a second – Swiss's other hand holds his hip, spreading him open a little more. A third, slicking in and out of him slowly, and Mary shudders again, holding Swiss even closer.

Slow left so much time for thinking – for emotions and love and desperation to worm in and demand place, for the fragile-tender part of him to sigh in relief, for the man who needed touch and warmth and tenderness to weep. Slow was worse, and better, with someone like Swiss, who he can lean into like this and who supports him, who doesn't laugh when Mary whines softly against his hair.

“You're ready?” Swiss murmurs against his neck, ghosting lips against it.

“Mm.”

Swiss guides him down.

Swiss is kind of a big guy, but he's used to the stretch by now. There's no pain involved, just a tightness. The pleased little sigh Swiss lets out is worth it.

Swiss doesn't push, or press – he just rests his hands on Mary's hips and waits for him, smiling up at him.

Mary starts slow, a shift of his hips, rising up and settling back. Swiss guides him along, slipping a hand along his spine, arching his back.

That's different. Swiss starts to roll his hips up into Mary, their stomachs shifting against each other. Mary always wants more- wants to cling to Swiss, touch him, touch him more and more. There was this carnivorous thing to consume him, become one and the same. It was nice to cling, but it was even nicer when Swiss pulls him close himself, losing the edges of himself in Swiss.

Swiss groans softly, smoothing his other hand down the hair at Mary's nape. Even just the way his breath comes, hot and heavy – just hearing that winds Mary up, feeling the way their stomachs press against each other with each deep breath.

Mary moves faster, the effort of bouncing too much when he's just chasing sensation, the deepness of Swiss, the head of his cock pushing against him in a way that makes him drool. Swiss balances it out, shifts Mary's hips with his firm, strong hands. Pulls him in close, like he's trying to push deeper.

Mary's head swims with it. The closeness, the feeling of him. Swiss's hand drags down from Mary's nape to his cock, smoothing his thumb along the underside of it and forcing a moan from Mary's throat.

“Ungh, yes, right there,” he whispers, Swiss ghosting his lips over Mary's pulse.

They rock together, Mary bonelessly grinding down of Swiss, Swiss rutting up into Mary, Mary's mouth going a mile a minute and muttering complete nonsense.

“So nice, so nice,” he mutters, limply gripping onto Swiss's arms, “Feels so good inside me, Switzy, s-so good.”

It's like he's dissolving where their skin meets – it's just- this closeness, the fact Swiss knows him, knows his body, paid attention to his body, treats him with care. Treats the person inside the body just as well, will no doubt smile when he lays them back on the bed, will ask if it was alright, will smooth gentle fingers over his cheeks and kiss them.

“Unh, Switzy,” he moans, flicking his hips against that insistent craving, against the way his skin sparks and shimmers, “Gonna- oh, I'm gonna come-”

“Yeah,” Swiss groans, nibbling a few quick, fluttering bites along his neck, up to his ear, before coming away to watch with hooded eyes.

Mary shifts a few more times, bracing himself on Swiss's arms, before his climax peaks and he's coming over Swiss's stomach.

“Shit,” Swiss groans, clenching his jaw, “So tight.”

“Come inside me,” Mary moans, drifting on the warmth and friction of Swiss's cock inside him, “Come in me, please, I want you-”

Swiss presses his lips against Mary's, silencing him as Swiss rolls his hips against Mary's, hitting up into him unevenly. He clenches his teeth again, hissing out a breath, brow knitting, before coming with a stuttering breath.

Mary shudders at the warmth that fills him, at Swiss's groan he presses into his shoulder, pulling Mary so close into him. Mary slings his arms around Swiss's shoulders, kisses him, their bodies a tangle of limbs – no way to tell from feeling where one of them begins and where the other ends.

Swiss pants. Mary forgets about breathing for a few moments, until Swiss's nice fingers drag along his ribs, as if coaxing the breath out of him.

Mary comes away first, head lolling back. It's dizzy, feverish, like the comedown of some upper, but Swiss's hands running gentle paths along his chest soothe him.

“Ooh,” Swiss groans, “Wow.”

He has the same kind of bleary-dizzy look Mary's sure must be on his own face. He licks his lips, shaking his head a bit. It's cute.

“Maybe we didn't plan enough,” Swiss mumbles, reaching for his shirt and settling it next to them. In a smooth motion, he rolls Mary onto it, his cock still inside.

“'s gonna ruin your shirt.” Mary's mouth is full of cotton, and his brain's turned to marshmallow, but there's a certainty in his heart when Swiss pulls out anyway.

Mary moans. He's always been kind of addicted to the feeling of pulling out – how Swiss's cockhead scrapes against orgasm-tender flesh, the feeling of finality and the chance Swiss might slip in again – but it's kind of even better with Swiss's come dripping out of him. It's lewd in all the right ways.

“We should shower,” Swiss murmurs, wrapping an arm around Mary's waist.

“Nh,” Mary groans, “I wanna cuddle.”

Swiss laughs, “You're gonna feel gross.”

“'m not gonna feel gross. I like your come in me.”

Swiss swallows, bites his lip. Mary grins, leaning in close.

“I like feeling like you're still inside me,” he teases, “Like I belong to you.”

Swiss's pretty silver eyes turn white hot for just a moment, shimmering with want.

It's kinda rare to see it, but it turns Mary on every time when he looks like that. He considers asking Swiss to fuck him again, to fill him up even more.

But Swiss just chuckles and kisses him gently, politely licking against his lips. Mary giggles unevenly, relaxes into it.

As carefully as they can, Swiss and he maneuver up to the pillows, Mary mindful of how he moves so he doesn't get the bed dirty, laying down on his stomach. They're in each other's places, but it's fine for one night, and it's fine when Swiss cuddles him up into his chest.

Mary sighs, holding him close and kissing him gently.

“You know, I told Terzo I wanted you to nut in me emotionally.”

Swiss laughs, “Oh yeah?”

“Think you did it,” he grins, “And I didn't even have to tell you to.”

Swiss smiles up at him, softly. Tucks a loose piece of hair behind his ear. “I have a pretty good guess of what you like, now.”

Mary smiles, a sudden giddiness riding through him. It's never been this easy with someone, and here Swiss was, knowing what he likes, what he needs. He throws his arms around Swiss's chest, laughing like he was drunk, and when Swiss hugs him back, laughing too, maybe he is.

Sleep comes easily, when Swiss starts running his hand down Mary's back in slow arcs. In the morning, they'll shower (together, for convenience, and Mary probably will complain about Swiss's come dripping down his thighs) and have breakfast (leftovers from dinner) and will probably part ways for the rest of the morning, but not before kissing each other at the threshold of the door and telling each other to have a good day.

And Mary's happy about it. He really is.

#mary goore #swiss ghoul #mutlighoul #patata fic #nsft #im not really a smut writer #but i like to write it occasionally if i have a good scenario #i will be curious to see if this is something people enjoy (maybe even more than my other works) bc of the rating/content

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demivampirew · 4 years

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Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 15

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Triggers: talking about body image issues, low self-steem; bullying; mention of sex; talking about kids.

Tag list: Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank you so much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too ☺️ (I think I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to tag you, tell me ☺️ ) @cavillanche @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo constip8merm8 penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen littlefreya wondersofdreaming alyxkbrl solariumss sweetybuzz25 @thethirstyarchive @agniavateira @honeyloverogers @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @michelle-1185

Disclaimer: First, there’s a song that reader writes for Henry; of course I’m not a songwriter - as much as I’d loved to- so the song is actually a song from Hannah Montana (yes, laugh but the song it’s perfect for him ♥). Second and lastly, you may not feel as reader relatable in some things, especially in this chapter, but I hope that you still can enjoy it.

Since you started to date Henry, those days of hating your body and yourself were starting to be part of the past. There was no doubt that he desired you and you were perfect on his eyes and made you feel perfect. You could be without any makeup and a simple ponytail or a bun and wearing pyjamas and he'd still made you feel like the most gorgeous woman on earth. You still enjoyed to get dress and wear makeup because it made you feel even better. Most days you felt amazing and the self-bullying started to fade out. But, you still have those days in which you didn't felt confident and beautiful. This was one of those days. You got up and try to put a pair of jeans and ended tossed them out and choosing a pair of leggings instead because the jeans didn't fit you so well anymore. Since the quarantine began, you felt a bit more anxious than usual, so you started to eat a bit more, and the fact that your amazing boyfriend loved to bake bread, cookies and other delicious pastries and meals didn't help you at all. You could go to exercise and your only cardio was the long love-making sessions with Henry every night, that made you burn calories, but no as much as you were consuming. You went to see Henry and seeing him made you feel worse. Contrary to you, he was losing weight but gaining muscle. He trained during the day with some gym stuff and sex made him burn more calories than you. You hated your slow metabolism. He was looking hot as hell and you felt the complete opposite. - Good morning, baby. I made you breakfast.- he greeted you as soon as he saw you. "Great," you thought sarcastically when you saw the waffles waiting for you. - Is there anything wrong? - he asked you detecting that you didn't really mean that. - I'm not hungry, that's all.- you replied, offering a smile. - You have to eat. Sit- he indicated you. - I don't want to - you said, pouting. - What's going on? - he questioned, worried. - I've gained weight. I cannot wear my jeans because they feel really tight and uncomfortable. - Sorry to hear that, but don't you worry. I'm pretty sure when this is all over you will lose that weight or just get new jeans. You look amazing, there's nothing to worry about. I assure you. - That's because you're a man and you're super hot. With me is different. If I get just a few pounds, I'll be all over the internet with people saying that I'm fat. That's what they do to us in Hollywood. - Don't pay attention to what people say about you. Somebody will always look for something to hurt you, just don't let them get to you. You are perfect now and will be perfect always, no matter how you look. - he said as he grabbed your face and gave you a kiss.- And by the way, men also suffer those things. - he said and he sat on a chair and made you sit on his lap.- I was bullied as a kid for being overweight. It affected me a lot and till this day does, maybe not every day, but it definitely makes me feel bad sometimes. Some days, I don't understand why you or anyone would think I'm "sexy" or why you'd like to be with me in the first place. Other days, very often, I feel this pressure of maintaining my muscles and being fit, because I feel like you'd not like to be with me if I don't look ripped and also, I'd trouble with the roles. - he explained looking at the floor as he talked. You grabbed his chin and kissed him. - Sorry baby, I didn't know that. I assure you that no matter your looks, I'll always want you. - your arms were around his neck, resting on his left shoulder. You put your head next to his. After a bit, you ate breakfast and asked him to follow you to the living room. He waited for you there as you went into another room in the house and soon appear with your acoustic guitar. You sat on the couch and he pulled a chair to sit in front of you as you prepared to play something. - When I was in LA, I wrote you a song. I tried to speak a little bit your language, cowboy. -you said winking at him and made him laugh. - Really? - he asked excitedly. - Yes. I hope you like it. - you said and started to play the song for him.

Smooth talkin', so rockin' He's got everything that a girl's wantin' He's a cutie, he plays it groovy And I can't keep myself from doin' somethin' stupid Think I'm really fallin' for his smile Yeah, butterflies when he says my name Hey! He's got somethin' special He's got somethin' special And when he's lookin' at me I wanna get all sentimental He's got somethin' special He's got somethin' special I can hardly breathe somethin's tellin' me Tellin' me maybe he could be the one He could be the one, he could be the one He could be the one, he could be the one He could be the one He's lightnin', sparks are flyin' Everywhere I go he's always on my mind and I'm goin' crazy about him lately And I can't help myself from how my heart is racin' Think I'm really diggin' on his vibe He really blows me away, hey! He's got somethin' special He's got somethin' special And when he's lookin' at me I wanna get all sentimental He's got somethin' special He's got somethin' special I can hardly breathe somethin's tellin' me Tellin' me maybe he could be the one He could be the one, he could be the one He could be the one, he could be the one He could be the one And he's got a way of makin' me feel Like everything I do is perfectly fine The stars are aligned when I'm with him And I'm so into it! He's got somethin' special He's got somethin' special And when he's lookin' at me I wanna get all sentimental He's got somethin' special He's got somethin' special I can hardly breathe somethin's tellin' me Tellin' me maybe he could be the one He could be the one, he could be the one He could be the one, he could be the one He could be the one

Henry couldn't stop smiling. He was so happy and you were over the moon knowing that it was you who made him feel that way. Seeing him so happy was the best feeling in the world. - I don't know what I like the most: the song or your voice? Mmm, let's called it a tie. - I'm glad you like it. - I loved it. - he assured you - So tell me, do you really think I could be "the one"? - he questioned, raising one eyebrow and putting and puppy face. - I think you are the one. - you replied. - I feel the same way about you.- he kissed you. Then, he sat on the couch and you used his thighs to sit on. You kissed for a little bit and then just caressed each other and talked for a bit about things like video games, the music you were working on while quarantining and his hobbies of painting little action figures of his favourite online game. After a bit of silence, you got lost on your train of thoughts. He also believed you were the one for him. Something inside of you told you it was time to confess to him that you've been postponing since you two became a thing. You sighed and decided to let it out. - Babe, there's something we need to talk about.- you said sweetly but let him know that was a serious topic. - Sure, is there something wrong? he asked worriedly. - You want to be a dad, right? - you put it as a question, but it was more a statement rather than a question. - Yes, I'd like to have kids, why do you ask? - I knew it since the beginning. With you is obvious that you want that and that someday you'll be an amazing dad. - you said and then paused for a minute while he looked at you confused - I've never wanted to be a mother. Kids were never part of my future and I don't let me get started in the idea of being pregnant, it scares the shit out of me. - you finally admitted. - I wanted to tell you about the beginning but then I really liked you and wanted to be with you. I didn't know that we actually would become a couple later on the road. And I like you so bad that I was afraid you would leave me, so I couldn't find the courage to tell you. - Henry remained silent. He didn't seem mad at you for not talk to him about it earlier; he was just trying the process the information and also he looked sad. You grabbed his chin and made him look at you.- It's crazy how in one month and a half you change my world completely. I like you so much. I know that we have a long road to ride, if we remain together, so we'll still have to get to know each other better to be 100% sure that the other is "the one" for us. I knew that, but I also knew that the kids thing was something important, so I've been thinking about it, a lot. I've questioned myself is motherhood is something I could do someday. Since I started to think about it, there's a picture -well, is more a scene than a picture- that keep popping in my head: A big garden on autumn, with the leafs falling from the trees and there's you, playing superheroes with a little kid, our kid. Kal is with you two. And me, inside the house, sipping hot tea while I watch you from the window with a smile in my face. Every time that scene appears on my head, I smile; I feel truly happy. But when I think about I'm still sitting on the fence. I think it could be something I would like to do with you, but I have to be completely sure. It isn't just about me or you, there's another life involved in this decision. So the reason I'm telling you all this is because I wanted to ask you to give me some time. I wanna go through all of this in therapy to know for sure I'll make what's best for everyone. If someday I realized I cannot do it, I'll step aside and let you go and find the person who can give you that. I'd never take that away from you. I hope that is me if we still are together, but if not, I'll let you go. But to know all of this, I need time. Do you think you could give that to me? I understand if you want to end this here because you want to be now with someone who's sure about wanting children, though. - you finished. There was a moment of silence. Henry was looking again at the floor, thinking. After a minute, he finally spoke. - That scene. I want it. With you. - he replied and looked into your eyes.- If you tell me that there's even a small possibility that someday that could be a reality, I assure you that I'll give you all the time you need. -he said and stroke your cheeks. You smiled at him and shared a sweet kiss.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader #demivampirew

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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What are your impression of the rest of the brothers and undateables (besides Belphegor, Mammon, Levi, and Asmo)? How do you feel towards Satan for example? Satan kinda reminds me of Saeyoung since they're both nerds who love cats. 🤗🤗🤗

This might be a long post. Ah, I actually look at Satan and see him more likely to get along with Jumin, to be honest with you. Satan’s actually my fourth favorite Demon brother! He’s sweet, even if he has his moments. He’s his own person and I do wish people wouldn’t equate him to just cats and pet play because that feels like how people look at Jumin and go “ooooh, daddy” and cats. That’s not who they are at their whole and frankly, it’s insulting that you would just make a fanon where they’re things they’re not.

A lot of people note Satan down for his aggression but I’m fairly sure that he’s really sweet and sincere when he’s with his MC in the bedroom more than the kinky stuff. That’s just my opinion, I guess. I think he’s really sweet and he’s one of the brothers that wouldn’t equate you to a certain dead relative on accident.

I love Beel. I would die for Beel. Wouldn’t we all die for Beel? I think he’s a real sweetie, even though he’s a bit blunt and straightforward. He keeps it real and like it is. I know he blames himself for a lot and I understand that grief. I want to give him a fucking hug. I bet he gives the best hugs. Again, he’s not all about food, like 70% of what goes on in his brain is about his family and the rest is the need to consume to cope with his sin.

I’m hit or miss with Diavolo. I know that he’s got more going on than what’s on the surface and sometimes I’m wary in my trust of him for a reason. The same goes for Barbatos. I know he’s jealous in that we’ve gotten close to the others so much and he doesn’t have that, I don’t know if it’s a romantic crush for him or if he’s jealous that we have what we don’t. Hard to read him. He’s meme-worthy, though.

I like Barb to an extent but again, wary of my trust. I do think he’s really pretty and I’d love to bake with him. I want to trust him, but we don’t know a lot about him and it’s hard to say if I can trust him. I want to, though, I feel like I trust him more than Dia. I’m not sure. It’s probably because he’s cute. I’m not really into beefy guys.

I love Simeon. He would be the one that I would love to date if I had the power to date an Angel. He’s a writer, I’m a writer... he’s a really dreamy angel that can wax poetic to you when he’s not trying to figure out how to use his D.D.D. like an old man. I just think he’s really pretty and have you see what he’s wearing? The shoulders alone are killing me. He’s tempting me to go to Church for him. HE’S TEMPTING ME.

And Luke. I’m adopting Luke. If there’s a feral little blond boy character, I just adopt them. He’s clearly in need of some guidance and support from the ones around him. I just wanna hang out with him and make pastries. And if I DATE SIMEON, THAT JUST MEANS THIS BOY IS MY SON. ADOPT.

#not mm #ask #anon #mod kait

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lilacmoon83 · 4 years

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The Convenience of Love

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Chapter 6: The Return

The last ten years had truly been nothing short of a real fairy tale. Since they had stopped Cora and Leopold's curse, peace had reigned in their Kingdoms. Snow and Charming ruled theirs just and fairly. But their greatest joy was raising their children.

Today was a very special day for their first born, for it was Emma's tenth birthday. The day had started off with Emma's favorite cinnamon pastries, baked fresh by Granny and Red.

Then, they got dressed for the day, and headed out into the forest on horseback, complete with blankets and a large picnic basket. Family outings like this were as frequent as possible and one of Emma's favorite things to do.

While Snow unloaded their picnic basket on the blanket with their baby girl in her lap, she watched her husband and other children fondly. Emma loved playing knight and dueled her father in a wooden sword match, while their five-year-old son watched on excitedly.

"I yield to you, Princess Emma...I am no match for you," David said, as he knelt before their daughter and Emma hugged him.

"Mama...I won!" Emma called, as he scooped her and their son, James, into his arms, before carrying them over to the picnic blanket.

"I see that...someday you will be one of our Kingdom's most valiant Knights," Snow said fondly.

"Like Daddy is?" she asked. Snow smiled.

"Just like Daddy," she said, as he leaned in and kissed her tenderly, before dropping a kiss to their baby daughter's head. Little Rose cooed at him and reached for him, as he picked her up and cuddled her.

"Is Granny making my cake?" Emma asked excitedly, as her mother gave her a plate with some freshly baked bread with jam, cheese, and a few strawberries and carrots.

"She is and since you're going to get plenty of sugar at your party later, I want you to eat your vegetables," Snow said. David chuckled, as their daughter wrinkled her nose.

"Is it chocolate cake?" Emma asked. Snow smiled.

"Of course it is...what other kind is there?" Snow replied, as they shared a smile. Emma munched on her bread, but saw a flash of something out of the corner of her eye. She got up and went to investigate what she had seen.

"Emma...don't wander too far," Snow warned, but their little girl looked behind the tree, only to see a boy that only looked to be a couple years older than her.

"Hi…" she said, as he looked frightened and stumbled away, preparing to run.

"Wait!" she called, as he stopped and looked scared, as her parents noticed him.

"It's okay...you don't need to be afraid," Snow said, as the boy swallowed nervously. She recognized a desperate, scared soul when she saw one. She had been the same during her short time as a bandit.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, as she held out some bread. Emma took initiative and took the bread from her mother, before handing it to the boy. His mouth watered at the sight and he began to eat hungrily.

"What's your name?" Snow inquired.

"B...Baelfire…" he answered, as he devoured the food.

"Are you lost Baelfire?" she asked, seeing the sadness in his eyes.

"I've...been lost a long time," he admitted.

"But now you're found. That's what this family does, right Daddy?" Emma asked. David smiled and nodded.

"That's right, princess," he replied.

"We find people," Emma said proudly.

"I'm...I'm just a lost boy. Trust me, you don't want me. I almost destroyed the last family that took me in," he replied sadly. Snow smiled kindly.

"We'll take our chances," she said, as they started to pack up.

"Come on...I'll not have you be sleeping in the woods and going hungry in my Kingdom," she said kindly, as the boy followed them home. He was still wary, for they seemed too good to be true and he knew it was only a matter of time before his father knew he was back. He had never meant to come back here. He had escaped Neverland and meant to go back to London, but something went wrong and he ended up back in the Enchanted Forest.

"You should forget about me...I'm a danger to your family," Baelfire warned.

"Like my wife said, we'll take our chances. We try very hard to make sure no children go hungry in our Kingdom," David answered and against his best judgement, Baelfire followed them back to their castle.

"Sorry dearies...no curse for you," he said, as he held them at bay.

"You'll regret betraying me, Rumple. You may stop us today...but we will return and this curse will happen," Cora warned. He waved his hand and they were both turned to stone, allowing them all a sigh of relief.

~*~

Rumpelstiltskin came out of his meditative trance that morning. He often saw visions of the future, but this one was of the past. On this day, almost ten years ago. The birth date of the would be Savior and he knew why he was hearing that memory on this day. Cora's words rang firmly in his mind. Whatever spell she had enacted before he turned her to stone was about to come to fruition. Naturally. He should have known that Cora would pick this day to return to wreak havoc on the Charmings.

"Rumple?" a voice called, as he turned to his maid and tried to ignore the flutter in his cold, blackened heart when it came to her.

"Is everything all right?" she asked.

"No...change out of those rags and into something appropriate," he replied.

"Change?" she asked. He waved his hand impatiently and her blue maid's dress disappeared, only to be replaced by a gold gown.

"We are going to visit Queen Snow White and King Charming," he announced, as they disappeared in twin puffs of red smoke.

~*~

"Wow...that cake is spectacular," Robin mentioned, as he reached out with a finger to snag the frosting, but recoiled when Granny slapped it away with a wooden spoon.

"Next time you get whacked in the head, mister," the old woman warned. Robin chuckled and shook his hand.

"You know better than that. You're lucky you didn't pull back a bloody stub," Regina teased her husband, as she entered the atrium of the palace, carrying a large box with a bow on it.

"Can't blame a guy for trying," he said, as she put the present down with the others and smiled, as he slipped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Easy there, my thief. We do not have time for any of that now," she teased.

"Then later," he purred, as Snow and Charming returned from their family outing with the children.

"Wow...is that cake for me!?" Emma called and Red smiled.

"Sure is, little one. Happy Birthday, sweetie," Red replied, as she hugged her.

"Thanks Aunt Red," Emma said excitedly.

"Uh Snow...are you aware that there's a dirty little boy following you home?" Regina asked, as baby Rose reached for her and she eagerly took her baby niece in her arms.

"Oh yes...this is Baelfire and he's coming to Emma's party. We just need to get him cleaned up a bit," Snow said, as she motioned to a couple of the staff.

"It's okay...they're going to let you bathe and get you some clean clothes," Snow urged. Though he was still leery, it was hard not to trust her. She was so warm and kind and a mother, reminding him of how kind Mrs. Darling was to him. Right before he almost ruined their family. But he didn't argue and went with the two women.

"This place looks amazing," Snow complimented, as she saw her son looking at the cake.

"Oh no you don't, mister," David said, catching him, before he could put his hand in the cake. Little James giggled, as his father tickled him.

"Okay you two, it's almost time for the party and we need to change into our nice clothes," Snow said, as the royal family ascended the stairs.

When they returned, thirty minutes later, Snow was wearing a whitish gold gown, while Charming wore his familiar formal red coat ensemble. Emma wore a red dress with a white bow sash around her waist. Little James wore a miniature version of Charming's ensemble, because Snow just couldn't help herself, and baby Rose wore a soft pink dress. Baelfire returned too, cleaned and pressed, and Emma waved to him.

"Happy Birthday," he said shyly.

"Thanks...wanna play games with me?" Emma asked. He smiled.

"Sure," he answered, as they proceeded to play, while the adults socialized. Her Grandfather George sat in his Throne, enjoying the wine and festivities, while Grandma Ruth helped Granny finish getting the food ready. The dwarves drank merrily and even Hook and his daughter Alice arrived to attend the party, as did Maleficent and Lily.

The evening passed quickly and soon it was time for cake. They sang to Emma and made her feel special, as they always did and she sat in her father's lap and ate cake.

"This moment is a very special one, princess," he said.

"It is?" she asked, as he smiled at the frosting on her cheeks.

"It is, because at this very moment, right now, you were born and made mine and mommy's world complete," he said, as Snow smiled at them. Suddenly, the candles and lanterns in the room flickered and the doors swung open.

"Sorry we're late…" a woman's voice said that sent chills down their spines. In the doorway stood Cora and Leopold.

"No…" Snow uttered in disbelief. Charming was quickly on his feet and ushering Emma and Ben behind Red, while Snow clutched the baby close to her chest. He stood in front of her and drew his sword, as they strode into the room. The guards fell unconscious, as Cora passed them, thanks to her magic.

"This isn't possible…" Regina said in fear.

"Oh, I assure you it is, dear. You see...I knew Rumple would betray me and so I cast my own counter spell in the final moments before his consumed us," she explained.

"I decreed that we would return, on the Savior's tenth birthday, and have our revenge," Cora said, as her eyes searched the room and rested on Emma.

"Happy Birthday, little one," she cooed.

"I see you two have certainly been busy," she quipped, as Leopold approached.

"That's close enough," David growled, as he pointed his sword at the disgraced King.

"You took my Kingdom from me once...and now I shall take it back," he said, as Cora disarmed David and thrust him back against the wall.

"David!" Snow cried, as the baby whimpered.

"Daddy!" Emma and James cried, as they tried to go to him, just as Leopold grabbed Snow's arm.

"And you...my dear daughter, will take your place at my side, along with your children," he hissed.

"Never," she hissed back, as she stomped on his foot. He grimaced in pain and backhanded her for, almost sending her crashing to the floor, but Regina caught her, as the baby wailed.

"You Son of a Bitch!" David screamed, as he struggled fruitlessly with the bonds keeping him confined to the wall.

"Time to die...Prince Charming…" Cora seethed, knowing it would destroy her wretched step-daughter.

"No!" Snow cried, as the vines began to squeeze the life out of him. But a blast of magic hit her, interrupting her spell. It wasn't very strong, but the source shocked her, though it probably shouldn't have.

"Well, well...she has magic. Of course...the Savior," Cora said, as she strode toward Emma. Everyone that tried to put themselves in her path to the child was swept away until she was face to face with the small child.

"Foolish little girl...do you really think your magic can stand against me?" Cora asked. The entire room cried out in horror, as Cora's hand passed into Emma's chest.

"Mother no!" Regina begged. Cora chuckled and prepared to yank her heart out.

"It's nothing personal, little one...you can blame your mother for this," she said, as she yanked on her heart. But oddly, it wouldn't budge.

'What…" she uttered, just before a wave of white light erupted from Emma's being and tossed her away, stunning them all. With her momentary lapse, the vines loosened enough and David tore away from the wall, before scooping his children up and carrying them to Snow. Leopold wisely recoiled and helped Cora to her feet.

"What happened?" Snow wondered and Regina smirked.

"Emma's the product of true love. She's pure light magic...she's the Savior and my mother can't rip her heart," Regina deduced smugly.

"But the same can't be said for the rest of you," Cora growled, as she got to her feet and waved her hand, as the cauldron, that was once stone, appeared in the room. It was billowing anew, ready for the final ingredient.

"Let's resume what we started ten years ago…" Cora said, as Rumple appeared before them and ushered Belle off to the side.

"Mmm...hello Rumple, so good to see you," Cora cooed.

"Sentiment not returned," Rumple responded, as Leopold slipped away, just as their magic clashed. But he wouldn't get far, as he found Charming and the seven dwarves in his way.

"No escape for you, sicko," Grumpy growled, as Cora and Rumple dueled with magic.

"Destroy the cauldron!" he called, as Regina and Maleficent poured their power into it and the entire thing, along with the curse, was obliterated.

"NOOO!" Cora cried and then growled, as she poured all the magic she had at him.

"If I can't have my curse...then perhaps I'll take your dagger and become the Dark One," she threatened.

"No mother...you're done," Regina said, as she joined the fight. Cora waved her hand though and Regina became frozen, as she was tossed away.

"Such a disappointment," she commented, as she overpowered Rumple and swept Maleficent away.

"Where's the dagger, Rumple?" she purred, as she stared down at him. He didn't answer, but she extracted it from the pocket inside his vest. She smirked evilly.

"How foolish of you to keep it so close," she hissed and Baelfire screamed, as she stabbed him with it.

"Bae…" he uttered, as he finally saw him. Cora cackled, as she extracted the dagger and waited for the name on it to change with bated breath. But nothing happened.

"What's going on?" she asked, as she watched Rumple pull himself to his feet and heal his wound.

"You fell for my ruse exactly as I knew you would," he said smugly, as he waved his hand. The dagger disappeared and revealed that it was merely disguised for what it really was. A tiny box with a red gem in the center. Cora's eyes widened, but it was too late, as Rumple waved his hand and opened Pandora's box. Cora screamed in horror, as she was sucked inside it and the box fell harmlessly to the floor. Rumple raised his boot and smashed the box to smithereens, ensuring that no one could ever open it and Cora would be trapped forever in a netherworld. It was finally over.

"Bae…" he uttered with tears in his eyes and his son recoiled a bit.

"Bae please...I made a terrible mistake. I searched for years and then boded my time, for I knew you'd return. I promise you I will never abandon you again," he said tearfully.

"Please...just give me one more chance to prove it," he pleaded. Though he still had anger and abandonment issues, he ran into his father's arms and hugged him tightly. The leathery appearance to the Dark One's skin faded a bit, making him appear human again, yet allowing him to retain his powers. Rumpelstiltskin had finally found balance. Belle smiled at him, as she sided up to him and he took her hand, sharing her smile.

"Take him to the dungeon. He's never seeing the light of day again," Charming ordered, as Leopold was arrested.

"Snow...I am your father...you cannot do this!" Leopold protested.

"You stopped being my father when you abused me. I never want to see you again and now I don't have to," Snow answered, as she slipped her arms around her husband's waist and he pulled her close. Leopold was led away and David kissed her tenderly.

"It's truly over now, my darling," he promised and she smiled up at him, as they shared another passionate kiss. The baby cooed between them and they kissed her as well, as Emma and James hurried over to them. Peace had been momentarily interrupted, but thanks to true love, it was once again restored, and permanently this time...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #feat little Emma #and young baelfire #Rumbelle #OQ #evil Cora #evil Leopold #romance #adventure #family #AU #the convenience of love

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saltier-than-a-pbg-in-the-ocean · 5 years

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hey whats ur new au about :D

THANK YOU ANON

Mauve Veins AU

-Fantasy setting

-There is a disease. It makes people hear voices, have pains, and have extreme headaches. It also causes veins to become defined in the skin and turn mauve. Eyes change the same color.

-It’s transferable via water.

-Luke and Austin boyfriends!!! But then Luke gets his ass infected and shit.

-Turns out the voices are actually the disease, who is like “hey, wanna enter a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship where I give you cool-ass powers and all you have to do is eat an unholy amount of sugar?”

-Luke’s like “Hell yeah dude” and fucks off to go steal pastries while living in the forest.

-Austin is all :( and goes after him. He finds his bf, except now his bf can make plants grow and has tinee hummingbird wings that serve no purpose other than making him look even more babie.

-Austin is like WHAT THE F- and Luke’s like :DDDD I KNEW YOUD COME!!

-So they’re living in the woods, doing a lot of baking to keep Luke’s new friend who he has named Sarah happy.

-And then Jeff shows up

-He´s like, wazzap my chum buddy ol pals, I am the leader of a group of friends and we want you to join us!!

-Austin’s like Who are y- and Luke’s like !!!!! FRIENDS!!!!!!

-Austin notices Jeff has dark purple veins/eyes and he’s like “Oh hahaha I just have a different strain thats why I have tiny useless bat wings instead.”

-“Also people think we thirst for blood.”

-So they go with Jeff to his heavily fortified town of Well-off infected.

-They notice some eat suspiciously low amounts of sugar

-And Then they find out Dark purple folks actually need high amounts of protein and iron. So. Blood.

-But instead of animals Jeff decided to make his living in murder for exchange for murdery Powers.

-(the more you consume of blood/sugar the cooler shit you get)

-That’s all I have.

I simply love tinie hummingbird boy

#Asagao Academy #peanuttown #mauve veins au

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franklyshipping · 6 years

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Foresight Can Be Good ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

This is an absolutely wonderful prompt given by @amazingmsme which I've had a lot of fun thinking over and planning and writing out, so thank you so much! I hope you're all ready for some good ole lee Warfy because c'mon hE'S SO CUTE! LET'S DO IT!

Past memories and future learning are sort of the same thing, except this weird thing called time has put them in an order so that we humans can understand why we know things and why we come to know things. Past, present, future; all ordered and correct and safe and normal so we can live without confusion or too many existential crises. Though.....some might say that this ordered way of things is boring. That's how Wilford Warfstache saw it. Wilford had a strange relationship with time, he didn't really understand it; not from lack of intellect, he just wasn't sure of how it applied to him. At some points he even wondered if they'd been romantically involved. Anyway, Wilford's askew relationship with time meant that sometimes he'd step out of the present if he wasn't paying attention, he could end up in the past by ten years, or by five minutes, or even end up in the future. However it was never an inconvenience. It would never last long and Wilford would soon revert back to where he belonged, and it was entirely normal for him, kinda like sneezing. That's why when it happened to him now, he wasn't perturbed.

Wilford blinked a few times as he stood still, looking about....huh, he was still at the ego home. He could always tell the difference between time though, since there were glimmers of fuzziness and the occasional pause; he was extra curious at the moment, hardly caring about the abnormalities as he went down the corridor. Wilford was more intrigued than normal since he could hear his own voice coming from the living room, and he was expecting a replay of a memory as he entered the living room doorway. However....a memory was NOT what he got.

'You only brought it on yourself Wilfy!'

It was Bim.....Bim Trimmer....smirking with bold excitement, in the midst of gripping this other Wilford by one of his ankles and dragging him across the living room floor. The visiting Wilford was in shock....watching himself smiling nervously as he clawed at the carpet, but nothing stopped Bim, he was so determined-oh no. He was laughing....Bim's fingertips were at his trapped foot tickling tickling tickling-

'Ohno.....'

Wilford whispered as he squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn't bear to look any longer; it seemed that time was to be merciful to him for now however. When he hesitantly reopened his eyes he was back where he belonged, and he let out a well deserved breath of relief. Wilford leant against the wall as he tried to collect himself, he felt like he was in shock. Because of one simple fact: That had NOT happened to him yet. That fact, and that fact alone, consumed Wilford all frickin day. His mind was on Bim....why had he been so enthusiastic? Why had he captured him like that? Had Wilford, himself, tried to escape? So many questions, so many flustered ideas. It was no secret that the mere thought of tickling and being tickled flustered the absolute heck out of Wilford Warfstache, he'd even taken to muttering to himself in an attempt to understand and see if there was any loophole.....any.....but there was nothin-

'Woah! Careful Wilfy, you looked like you were in a world of your own!'

Wilford let out a yelp as he looked to who he'd bumped into.....it was him. Innocent, bespectacled, smiling like a damn pretty blossom. Wilford grinned softly, fiddling with his fingers as he replied.

'Ah yeah, s-sorry about that, heh, y'know me! Clumsy ol' Warfy!'

Bim certainly did know that, and he smiled affectionately at the babbling man, as always finding him wonderfully endearing. He immediately linked arms with the vibrant man as he replied.

'Well for everyone's safety I'd better watch over you then! C'mon there's a baking programme I wanna show you!'

Bim hardly noticed Wilford's pink cheeks and jittery movements as he dragged him down the corridor....to the living room. Wilford's heart was pounding as they sat down on the couch and Bim got the TV on, evidently excited. Even through his giddy mind-set, Wilford couldn't help but grin fondly as Bim clapped his hands at the sight of cake and pastry tutorials.....he was just a cutie at heart.

'Oh my god look at that frangipane!'

Bim exclaimed, grinning excitedly as his fingers tapped against his chin; it was a little tick he had when he was excited. A little tick....which had Wilford's full attention. Seeing his fingers tap like that, just move like that, it made Wilford squirm at the thought of what was in their future; he exhaled shakily as he bowed his head. C'mon snap out of it Warfy or he'll notice!

'Are you okay? You seem a bit jumpy, are you cold?'

Dammit. Wilford couldn't help but melt at how Bim's mind instantly jumped to being concerned for him, but he was nervous that Bim had noticed that Wilford was not in a normal mood. Wilford gave Bim a soft smile as he mumbled.

'I-It's nothing old boy, everything's t-tick....t-tickity boo with me! Heh....'

He cursed his stammers, and cursed himself in general because now he'd REALLY peaked Bim's interest, frangipane be damned. Bim was analysing him, noticing how....nervous he seemed. Bim hoped there was nothing actually wrong or upsetting his friend so he softly placed his hand on Wilford's shoulder, and his voice was soothing and gentle.

'Wilford, you know you can tell me anything and I'll try to help. C'mon what is it?'

At the touch to his shoulder Wilford bowed his head, trying to hide how that mere contact flustered him. He adored Bim so much though, his kindness and loyalty and humour and genuine heart made him the most wonderful friend....but this was definitely something Wilford couldn't utter; he doubted his voice would even let him.

'I-It's n-nothing! Honestly my friend e-everything is wonderful!'

Bim. Was. NOT. Convinced. In. The. Slightest. Though now he realised it wasn't anything serious, Wilford's pink cheeks and light smile proved that. Hmm.....was he embarrassed about something? Bim was relentless when it came to this sort of scenario, and he let his demeanour shift into playfulness as he prodded Wilford's bicep.

'Well I don't believe you! I know it's somethiiiing!'

Bim's sing-song voice made Wilford blush even more, but he resolutely shook his head despite Bim's puppy eyes boring into him.

'NoI'llnevertellyou!'

Wilford's words were fast, but they were discernable, and they made Bim grin as he sidled closer to his friend. He flustered, cute friend. Oh Bim had the perfect idea on how to change Wilford's mind. He purred deviously as he fluttered a few fingers at Wilford's exposed side.

'Oh is that so?'

Oh no. Wilford's eyes went wide as he squeaked and looked to Bim, and his tummy fluttered at the mischievous look he wore. This couldn't be happening, was this happening? Yes it was happening. How did Wilford know? Because no sooner had he posed his question, Bim had lunged with the intent of wrapping his arms round Wilford's middle to keep him on the couch.....but Wilford was fast. He teleported into a standing position and had tried to bolt for the door.

'BIM DON'T YOU DARE!'

Wilford yelled, he was so close to the doorway so close so close-

'GET BACK HERE!'

Bim yelled back playfully, literally diving on the floor and managing to wrap his arms around Wilford's shins; it was like a domino effect, because soon Wilford found himself on his front on the carpet, trying to jerk his legs out of Bim's grip.

'B-Bim b-buddy please lehet me go please!'

Wilford stuttered as he begged, a premature giggle of nervousness trickling out....but all he got was a chuckle, and a set of flustering familiar words.

'You only brought this on yourself Wilfy!'

Wilford gulped and clawed at the carpet....but there was nothing he could do. Bim had one of his ankles firmly in his grasp and was dragging Wilford back to the couch with an excited grin on his face; I mean come on, any opportunity to fluster Wilford is an opportunity you HAVE to take. Bim acted fast, sitting himself on the couch and trapping Wilford's foot sole up in-between his legs....then went to town with scratching at his sole.

'Nahaha nahat thihihis Bihihimmy!!'

Wilford burst into giggles, clenching his fists as he tried to scrunch up his foot, but that merely caused Bim to hold it taut as his blunt nails had fun all over the soft vulnerable skin. Bim grinned as he playfully crooned.

'All you have to do is tell me what's on your mind! C'mon, you know you want tooooo!'

'Nohoho I fuhuhucking dohon't yaha dohonut!'

Wilford exclaimed through his flustered giggles, thus making Bim gasp dramatically and worm his fingers under Wilford's toes evilly.

'How dare you be so rude! Your lil feetsie here is gonna have to face the consequences!'

Wilford squealed and tried to scrunch his toes, but Bim held them back so he could scribble at the ultra-delicate skin hidden away; it was like buried treasure of mirth. Though from Wilford's point of view, being on the receiving end, it was rather monstrous and diabolical.

'AHAHAHAAHH NONONO IHIHI'M SAHAHARRY!!'

Through his cries, Wilford was a flailing mess, it was by sheer luck that his free foot hadn't yet whacked Bim in the jugular. However, Bim decided that a safety precaution was in order. He latched onto Wilford's ankle and efficiently trapped his second foot with the first one....and dug in underneath all ten toes.

'Hmmm, I don't believe you, maybe some more attention at your wittle ticklish toesies will spur you to reeeeally be sorry.'

Bim purred, chuckling at the sound of Wilford's shrieking laughter as he bashed his fists on the floor in ticklish agony. And it truly WAS ticklish agony, Wilford was so flustered that Bim had gotten to one of his worst spots so easily, and it meant that it was just driving him crazy.

'IAMIAM IHIHIHI AHAHAHAAAMMMM!!!'

Wilford's laughter was desperate now, so Bim withdrew from his toes with a playful hum as he observed Wilford catching his breath; he was most satisfied with his apology....but that wasn't what Bim truly wanted. Bim slid of the couch so he was lightly straddling the backs of Wilford's knees as he purred.

'I believe you Wilford....now, since you're being so co-operative, would you consider letting me in on your little secret?'

Wilford shivered as he got his breath back and listened....dammit, he was naïve to think Bim would let this go; despite his weakness just now though, he was so determined not to let this slip. It would be too humiliating for him to handle! So, he shook his head and hid his face in the carpet.

'......I-I c-can't....'

Bim raised an eyebrow, deciding to shuffle so he was straddling Wilford's thighs as he let his fingertips ghost over the man's broad back'

'Can't, or won't?'

He teased with a playful smile as Wilford softly giggled and squirmed beneath him, Bim adored how sensitive Wilford was, it was a serious blessing. Wilford meanwhile, a little cocky rom the absence of intense tickling, murmured under his breath.

'Ihi d-dohon't have to a-answer toho you....'

Wilford smiled a hidden triumphant smile as he felt Bim hesitate....then Wilford was filled with something else, something very, very strong. Regret.

'Oh Wilford, it's cute how you think you can last against me, but lets look at the facts. I have you pinned, exposed, I have the knowledge to find and tease eeevery nerve all over your body....and I know how to make you blush and succumb. I assure you, I WILL win.'

Bim had purred slowly, confidently, a little smugly too, but it was for very good reason. There were no lies in his words, and Wilford felt the truth sink in as Bim's devious fingers started to prod and pinch any random place they could reach. His spine, sides, ribs, thighs, even the odd teasing flutter behind his ears. Now you'd think Wilford Warfstache could handle anything sporadic and random since he was the unofficial patron of such things, but in this situation it was very much the start of his undoing.

'N-NohohOHO! IHI WIHIHihihill rehesihist yohou T-Trihihimmer!!'

His cackles and laughter shifted between octaves every time Bim teased a new sample of nerves with a scratch or a squeeze, it really kept Wilford on edge....and the longer it went on, Wilford started to weaken even more. Bim's taunting didn't help either.

'Such cute confidence, but I think you know your fate deep down Wilford.....you know your ticklishness better than everyone after all. You know you'll spill that secret eventually....'

Wilford seemed to be in a constant state of shaking his head in defiance, which made Bim smirk wider. Bim rather loved that Wilford was so determined, it meant he could tickle him for longer; Bim really enjoyed tickling Wilford, and the fact that he got to do it for a decent amount of time really made him feel happy. And no matter how much Wilford might be denying it in his head right now, part of him was very happy about this too.

'Ihihi wihihill dohoho NOHO SUHUCH THING YOHohohou dehehevil!!'

Despite his mirth, Wilford's cheekiness was still as bold as brass; Bim was elated.

'Devil huh? How about I show you something truly devilish?'

Wilford's heart skipped a few beats at Bim's rather threatening growl, then the trapped man let out quite the screech. Bim had lain on top of him and rammed his hands right into is hollows and let his fingers wriggle away to their heart's content; devilish indeed.

'AHHHHH GEHET OHOHOHOHOUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!'

Wilford desperately yelled as he laughed deeply and constantly, the hue of his face making his usually vibrant moustache look weak and feeble. He could feel tears coming to his eyes as his muscles refused to obey....goddammit if only he hadn't glimpsed the future in the first place! Wilford wanted nothing more that to curl up and rub his sensitive skin as Bim's teasing filled his ears.

'Tickle tickle tickle!! Awwww does it tickle in your poor wittle pitties, hmmm?'

How the frick frack giggity gat was Bim so good at teasing, Wilford swore that in certain dimensions it would be completely illegal. Though even as Bim scratched away, Wilford still had that spark left, that spark of resistance.

'WAHAHAHAS IHIHIT THAHAT OHOHOHBVIOHOHOUS?!'

That's right ladies, gentlemen and all other configurations of being, he still had sarcasm left in that ticklish form of his. It made Bim chuckle and shake his head fondly, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he decided to vibrate his thumbs into the sensitive areas.

'Alright Mr Smartytickles, you got me. Now....what is the secret?'

Wilford let out a series of squeals at Bim's new tactic, crying out wildly in response to Bim's direct query....he couldn't deny that its upfront tone flustered Wilford just as much as Bim's babyish tone had done.

'PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!! IHIHIHIT'S TOHOHOO EHEHEMBAHARASSIHING!!!'

'Well now that just makes me want to know even more!'

Bim crooned as his rubbing and scratching withdrew, since Bim needed Wilford conscious if he was going to get the information he wanted. Poor Wilford was such a mess. Sweating, matted hair, burning cheeks, skin overcome by tingles and cheeky twinges, it was like light pins and needles in combination with an insanity workout. He let out a soft whimper.

'B-Bihihimmy....p-pleheasenomoretihickles....'

Bim nearly felt his heart melt right then and there, not just from the nickname but from the state Wilford was in. He looked unbelievably adorable all dishevelled and giggly like this, and part of him was saying just to leave it, he'd been through enough. But Bim's curiosity never let him be. He rested his chin on Wilford's back as he whispered gently.

'You know I'll stop of you tell meee.....you know you can always tell me anything.'

Bim meant that. Wilford could tell that he meant that. Who'd have thought that just that hint of sincerity....would be the thing to sway the rampant mind of Wilford Warfstache. He nibbled his bottom lip and wriggled his facial hair for confidence as he murmured.

'.....okayI'lltellyou....'

Bim gasped and immediately rolled off Wilford, setting himself up in a cross-legged position as he waited for Wilford patiently, but with an excited smile. Wilford took a few moments to sit up, and he couldn't help but giggle a little at Bim's eagerness, it was almost adorable enough to make him forget his earlier ruthlessness. Wilford cleared his throat and fidgeted as he spoke.

'W-Well ah....e-earlier I um, did the thing where I a-accidently....walked in on a pocket of the future....'

Wilford hesitated, but Bim was wonderfully patient. He gave Wilford an encouraging smile, he loved hearing about Wilford's interactions with time, they were always so interesting and he adored learning more about his friend. Bim's kindness spurred Wilford to carry on, despite his sweet embarrassment.

'I....I saw us. N-Namely...y-you....d-draggingmeacrossthecarpetbymyankleandthenticklingmyfootandI'vebeenflusteredeversince....'

Poor Wilford couldn't go on, he just hid his face in his hands with a flustered whine as Bim processed what Wilford said. Then it clicked. Bim grinned as he gazed at Wilford fondly, understanding washing over him. Wilford had foreseen Bim tickling him, and it had flustered him, when then caused Bim to be curious and then lead to the tickling that Wilford saw in the first place! Bim couldn't help but giggle.

'Oh....my....god. So basically you caused your own tickly demise! Ahahaaww you got paradox tickles!'

Hearing Bim phrase it like that made Wilford use his forearms to cover his burning face now....yep, he'd been right, confessing it really was the most embarrassing thing ever.

'Pleeeease sh-shuhush....'

Wilford whined, thus making Bim giggle again. The latter sidled toward Wilford, and decided to give one of his arms a nudge as he whispered with his usual charismatic smile.

'Hey, I think you should know, that whole thing is pretty damn cute....and....it's really flattering to know that I'm able to fluster you like that.'

Bim was even fidgeting a little....he, as meek as he normally was, had never dreamed of being able to fluster someone as bold and rambunctious as Wilford. Now though, this gave him a new confidence in himself, a new certainty that he himself could be bold whilst giving others joy....and that made Bim so happy. Wilford saw that when he peeked through his fingers at him...and he paused, before muttering.

'.....you're a damn sweetheart.'

Before Bim could even respond, Wilford was on top of him. A.k.a. Wilford had flopped on top of Bim and decided to have a restful conscious nap sort of thing....and Bim decided that that wasn't such a bad idea; it wasn't like Wilford was going to get off him anytime soon. Yes they were on the floor, yes they'd probably get neck and back aches, yes their clothes would get crumpled and dusty....but they were comfy, happy, and generally just present and correct.

FRRRIIGGGINNNN DOOONNEE HOPE YOU LIKE IT WOOOOP LUV YOUS XXX

#markiplier #markiplier egos #wilford #wilford warfstache #warfstache #bim #bim trimmer #platonic #sfw #cute #ego fic #ego fanfic #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #luv these bois

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thethespacecoyote · 6 years

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have a small drabble for pi day! :)

“Jack….what the hell is going on?”

Rhys had expected to come home to either find Jack asleep on the couch, exhausted from another busy day at Hyperion, or in the kitchen making something simple for dinner.

Well, he’d been half right for one of them. He did end up finding Jack in the kitchen, after following the sounds of clanging tins and the unexpected aroma of warm fruit and buttery pastry, but he sure as hell wasn’t making anything simple.

Every counter in their kitchen was cluttered with mixing bowls and covered in a thin layer of flour. Scraps of dough and splotches of bright red and purple filling splotched all over both the fancy appliances and Jack, who’d just finished bending down and pulling a rack of steaming hot pies out of the oven as Rhys entered the room.

“Oh. Heeeey, pumpkin,” he replied in that reedy tone of voice he fell to whenever he’d been caught doing something Rhys might disapprove of.

As it was, Rhys didn’t know if he necessarily disapproved of the fact that their kitchen had been consumed by an army of cooling pies, because wow, they smelled really good.

“Hey yourself…looks like you’ve been busy.” Rhys peered at one pie, watching the glossy red goo bubbling up through the slits in the top. “Cherry?”

“Nah, raspberry…don’t worry, it’ll still be sweet enough for you.” Jack tossed his oven mitt into the drawer, before dusting his hands off on his apron. It was the one Rhys had bought him the past Christmas, black with the phrase “YOUR OPINION WAS NOT IN THE RECIPE” emblazoned in shiny gold.

“Or? Are you just assuming I’m going to help you eat through pie mountain?” Rhys teased even as his stomach rumbled, the smell of the pie starting to get to him and his stubborn sweet tooth. Jack smirked at the audible gurgle, hands on his hips as he sauntered over to his boyfriend.

“Well, if you don’t wanna eat them on your own, I could always hand-feed you,” he purred, dabbing Rhys’ lip with a touch of lingering pie filling. Rhys licked out at the sweet smear, moaning happily at the taste.

“Honestly, I probably won’t be able to resist your baking but…I like your idea a little more.”

In the end, they barely got through one pie between them before they ended up cuddling, full and satisfied on the couch. Thankfully, Jack’s freezer was more than big enough to save the leftovers.

#spacetext #long post #rhack #fanfic #i love jacks stress baking thing #tftbl

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alphacrone · 7 years

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and i'll use you as a focal point [bittyrans vampire au]

[Read on AO3]

There was something off about Bitty.

At first, Ransom thought it was the gay thing—but not in a bad way! Ransom was, like, 90% sure he was bi, so the idea of Bitty being gay didn't make him uncomfortable, per se. It was just, they'd never had a guy as small or as feminine on the team before. Things were weird because a lot of the guys clearly didn't know how to act around Bitty. But no one was an outright dick to Bits, except Jack, but he was a dick to everyone in the pre-season, and soon Bitty was just another teammate.

Even then, Ransom couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Bitty.

Most of the time, the kid was a sackful of sunshine and puppies and rainbows, bustling around the Haus kitchen and making the best fucking pies appear out of thin air. But sometimes...sometimes there was something sharp in his smile, something harder in his gaze.

Bitty let slip in a conversation once that he'd been bullied growing up, and for a while Ransom believed that was the secret he'd come to believe Bitty was hiding. After all, no one as kind and bright as Bitty could harbor anything more sinister than that in his heart, could he?

The thing was, when you were best friends with Adam Birkholtz, you tended to live half your life in fantasy.

And not in a fun, sexual way. Hell, not even in a regular fun way most of the time. Holster consumed media the way most people consumed oxygen: constantly and effortlessly. And he exhaled commentary on it like it was carbon dioxide. Ransom knew far more about Netflix shows and web comics and sci fi novels he'd never even seen than he felt was appropriate or even possible.

So it was really all Holster’s fault when he started noticing the signs.

The first was the most concerning, in the beginning. After a year of team meals and literal buffets of pie in the kitchen, Ransom looked across the dining hall table one morning to realize he had never seen Bitty eat. Bitty baked and cooked constantly, attended every team meal, even made himself plates of food, but he never, ever put anything in his mouth. Ever .

Ignoring his own dirty joke setup, Ransom continued to spiral down this path. Bitty was super thin, he already knew that. Jack was always harping on Bits to eat more protein, to Bitty’s annoyance. But Ransom had met Mrs. Bittle and she was tiny too; he'd just assumed Bits was naturally... bitty.

Now, Ransom wasn't Holster. His first thought wasn't some grand conspiracy theory. Instead, he approached Bitty on a sunny September day, a baggy of kolaches from Svoboda’s in hand. No one could resist Svo’s jalapeño-cheese kolaches. No one.

Except Bitty, apparently. Ransom found him lounging on a blanket by the pond, textbooks open but blatantly tweeting instead of studying. Bitty was stretched out like a cat, languid, and his tank top was rucked up a little to show off the thin, blonde happy trail running down his stomach and disappearing beneath the band of his shorts.

“Bits, bro,” Ransom said, plopping down next to him, shoving one of the books away. “Have some kolaches with me, man. They're fresh.”

Bitty grinned up at him, wide and amused. “Those are klobasneks, you heathen.”

Ransom, who already had one shoved into his mouth, barely managed to say, “But the sign-”

“It's not uncommon to lump the two together,” Bitty continued, tucking his phone back into his pocket and turning to better look at Ransom. “Especially since the Svobodas are from Texas and it's a whole, complicated thing there. But kolaches have fruit filling; klobasneks have sausage or cheese or eggs.”

Ransom was a bit taken aback. Swallowing the half-chewed pastry roughly, he asked, “How did you know these were cheese and not fruit?”

Bitty shrugged. “I could smell them. Plus you and Holtzy love the jalapeño ones.”

Ransom couldn't argue with that. He held out the bag to Bitty, shaking it a little. “Eat me, Bitty!”

Bitty laughed and shook his head. “I'm good, thanks.”

Ransom frowned. Maybe Bitty’s food issue were worse than he thought. “Dude, I don't wanna sound, like, intrusive, but honestly...I have never seen you eat. Is it…? Do you need to talk to someone? You can always talk to me.”

Bitty’s smile turned endeared, and he shook his head. “I can smell garlic in those.”

“Huh?”

“I'm allergic,” Bitty clarified. “I have quite a few food allergies. It's why I have a mini fridge in my room, it's stocked with things that are safe. I really can't eat most of what I bake, but I love baking so much I do it anyway. And I go to team meals to socialize, not eat. I promise I don't have an eating disorder,” he said, touching Ransom’s arm gently. “But thank you for being concerned.”

“Oh.” Ransom frowned, then gasped and tossed the bag of kolaches away from Bitty. “Shit, dude, I'm so sorry-”

“Ransom, it's okay.” Bitty laughed again. “There isn't a whole lotta garlic in there, being near it won't kill me.”

“You've really got a strong nose, eh?” Ransom asked, leaning back on his elbows. Bitty shifted onto his side, and Ransom couldn't help but note the sharp lines of his silhouette, the stark brushstrokes of muscle in his shoulders and arms, the thickness of his thighs in contrast to his small waist. When they were on ice, Ransom was guilty of thinking of Bits as small and fragile; it made him a more ardent d-man, for sure, being on Bitty’s line, always looking out for his bittiest bro. But here, in the reddish sun of early Fall, Bitty was nothing if not a perfect specimen of raw, compact power. It unsettled Ransom, mostly in a totally gay way, but also, a little, in a way that made something small and primal at the back of his mind cower in fear.

“Ha, yeah,” Bitty said, in response to the question Ransom had forgotten he'd asked. “Survival instinct, I guess. You know, because of my allergies,” he added quickly.

“Right,” Ransom said, feeling hot and awkward under the gaze of Bitty’s dark brown eyes. “Allergies.”

When he eventually excused himself to go to class, Ransom didn't even remember to grab the bag of kolaches from the ground. It wasn't as if he had much of an appetite anymore.

After that, it was little things that made Ransom wonder just what Bitty was hiding behind his sunny, southern facade. Though he wasn't proud to admit it, Ransom had started an Excel doc just to keep track of everything, titled ERB and hidden deep in his pirated comics folder on his laptop (labeled PORN, of course, just in case).

Bitty wore sunscreen constantly. He tried to claim it was a southern thing, but Holster had family in Texarkana and claimed that they all had nasty, leathery skin because they literally never wore sunscreen ever and that Bits was full of shit. And he didn't just wear it in the summer—Bitty showed up to morning practices in January smelling like Coppertone. It was one of those quirky things about him. Absolutely no cause for alarm.

But then there was the way he was always cold. Bitty’s hands could rival ice cubes, even in the heat of August or after working out. “Poor circulation,” he'd explained once while drunk. “What can you do?”

Except, it wasn't just his hands. Bitty didn't let people touch him often, but Ransom had held his legs for kegstands and clapped his shoulders and even, once, slapped his bare back in the locker room and every time it had felt like Bitty had just stepped out of an ice bath. That couldn't be normal, could it?

And there were other things: his freakishly good sense of hearing and smell; how silent and still he was when he slept on roadies, barely seeming to breathe; the way he went on and on about his church back home but didn't attend at Samwell. Ransom had them all marked down in his spreadsheet, and on nights when Holster was dead to the world and Ransom sad supposed to be studying, he'd make whole charts of possible ailments, disorders, and lifestyle choices that could add up to the enigma that was Eric Bittle.

A small part of him—the part that had been forced to binge-watch those godawful Twilight movies with Holster and Shitty—whispered that there was another answer, one far simpler than the impossibly rare diseases he’d researched.

But that was the same part of him who believed he was being haunted by two dead sororities girls, the same part of him that got scared when Lardo and Nursey exchanged their favorite urban legends, late at night. There was no fucking way Bitty was a v-

He couldn't even think the word, it was so ridiculous. Bits was just a quirky dude with health problems; there was nothing paranormal about it.

Still, there were times Ransom felt Bitty’s gaze on him, and a chill would involuntarily run down his spine. And only a little in a gay way.

Everything came to a head when Ollie got decked in the face by a puck.

The dipshit had removed his helmet in the middle of drills, so Ransom didn't have that much sympathy for him, but it still looked like it hurt like a bitch. His nose broke with an audible crunch and Ransom saw the blood on the ice before he even realized what had happened.

“Shit, fuck, man, I'm so sorry!” Wicks called, skating over as fast as he could. “Bro, are you okay?”

But Ransom didn't hear Ollie’s answer; he was too distracted by Bitty.

Bitty was staring at Ollie with his mouth agape, eyes large and- not scared, or angry. Shocked seemed a closer description, but didn't feel quite right. Determined, maybe. His hands were shaking in his gloves, and his knees were bent, like he was poised to rush over to Ollie at any second. What was most unsettling, however, was the fact that Bitty didn't appear to be breathing at all.

Before anyone could blink, Bitty was in front of Ollie, half-crouched, eyes black in the weird light of the rink. He opened his mouth, but said nothing, and everyone fell deathly silent in their confusion.

Then Bitty was gone, sprinting from the rink faster than anyone on skates should be capable of. Ransom stared after him, unsure of how to process what he just saw.

“That was weird,” Holster said as Wicks moved to get Ollie off the ice. “Li’l dude can't handle the sight of blood?”

“I guess,” Ransom murmured. “Weird.”

As soon as practice ended, Ransom rushed to the Haus. Normally he hung out at Founders until class in the mornings, but today he was on a mission. One way or another, Ransom was going to figure out what Bitty was hiding from them, from him.

Without even bothering to check the kitchen, Ransom sprinted up to the second floor, throwing his bag to the side of the hall and knocking on Bitty’s door. “Bits, bro, you okay?” He called. When there was no reply, he pushed open the door.

Nothing could have prepared Ransom for the sight in front of him.

Bitty’s room was a mess. Books had been knocked off his desk and the chair was overturned. His mini fridge was wide open and empty, cool air drifting to brush past Ransom’s shins. Several IV bags and plastic tubs were scattered across the floor, empty but stained pink by something . And Bitty-

Bitty was curled into a ball in the corner, half hidden by the bed, face pressed into his knees. His whole body was shaking like a leaf in the wind. He hadn't even changed out of his under armor.

“Bits?” Ransom moved around the bed slowly, lowering himself to his knees in front of Bitty. “Hey, are you okay?”

Bitty raised his head from his arms slowly, and Ransom almost screamed. Bitty’s lips were stained red, and protruding over them, just slightly, were two fangs, clear as day. But the fear in Bitty’s eyes kept Ransom from running. He'd never seen Bitty look so small.

“I nearly attacked Ollie,” Bitty whispered, not meeting Ransom’s gaze. “I...I thought I was getting better. I thought I could handle things like that.”

“But you didn't attack him,” Ransom said, trying desperately not to let any hysteria seep into his voice. “You ran away. That's…that's good, isn't it?”

Bitty groaned and covered his face in his hands. “Not good enough. I can't just run away every time there's blood…”

“Is it-?” Ransom paused, grimacing. “Are you-?”

“It’s a rare disorder,” Bitty said quickly, voice monotone. “Porphyria. It’s why I wear sunscreen all the time, why I don’t eat with the team-”

“You don’t have any of the other symptoms though,” Ransom interrupted. “Pain, seizures, vomiting. And it doesn’t make you crave human blood . Bits.”

Bitty looked up at his name, shaking a little with...fear?

“It’s okay if you’re a vampire,” Ransom continued, not missing the way Bitty flinched at the word. “I mean, as long as you’re not killing anyone.”

“Ransom,” Bitty said glibly. “You’re pre-med, you don’t believe in- in monsters .”

Ransom shot him an unimpressed look. “I live with Holster. I’ve seen Twilight. And, like, weird shit happens to me all the time.”

“The ghosts?” Bitty asked softly.

“Yeah, them,” Ransom huffed. “Pretty sure my neighbor growing up was a werewolf. Or maybe just a hairy alcoholic.” At Bitty’s confused and horrified look, he added, “Dude woke up naked in our backyard, like, a hundred times.”

“You can’t tell anyone,” Bitty pleaded. “Please.”

“Of course,” Ransom said, sitting back on his heels. “Not that anyone would believe me…”

“I need to clean up,” Bitty said after a moment, looking around the room. “If MooMaw hears about this…”

“She won’t, because nothing happened,” Ransom said, standing and holding out a hand to Bitty. He took it and rose, slowly. “You just got nauseated at the sight of blood and left practice early. Tomorrow you’ll take a pie down to the coaches and apologize. Bits, it’ll be okay.”

Bitty sighed and began picking up plastic tubs. “If I end up killing someone again, the Council is gonna make me go back home to Georgia and live in the compound. I can’t be out there, or bake for anyone, or even listen to my music. There’s no skating, no hockey, nothing .” He sighed and sat down on the bed, face distraught. “If I go back there I’ll die .”

“Then, we’ll...work on it,” Ransom said with a shrug, feeling a little too much like Jack in this moment. “Somehow.”

Bitty’s lip quirked up at one corner. “Sure. We’ll just run some drills, learn not to murder people. Easy.”

“That’s the spirit,” Ransom said, clapping Bitty on the back. Bitty flinched involuntarily, then let his shoulders droop.

“You’re a good friend,” he said quietly, picking at some dirt under his nail to avoid looking up at Ransom. “And weirdly okay with... all of this .”

Ransom shrugged and picked up a few scattered IV bags. “Got your back, bro.”

Bitty laughed and Ransom’s heart skipped a beat. Definitely in a gay way.

[My writing tag]

#bittyrans #bittyransom #omgcp rare pair #anna writes things #check please!#vampire au #a different one lol #omgcp fic

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