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totaly-obsessed · 6 months

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Could you write the oldest request with Aitana Bonmati and maybe make more parts of it with flashbacks if important moments (First Meeting, first kiss, first time pregnant, first daughters birth, first birthday, meeting Aitanas parents) there are many more moments you could write. If you don't write requests at the moment, I understand and don't put pressure on your self, if you don't like it don't do it.

Always keep the fun at writingand if you are not having fun stop it, because if you don't like it the you will never write as good as a story you really had fun writing

Thanks for sharing these incredible story's with us

Linda

Aitana Bonmatí x reader request

-> Aitana hides a wife and eventually a child from her teammates

-> also requested by this anon - I hope you like it

-> Talk of IVF - Information from Google, 'Y/N' once, a lot longer than expected

➳ Masterlist

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Doing something for the first time was always scary, most people knew that – and so did your wife. Well, now she was your wife, a couple of years ago she was just ‘Aitana Bonmatí’ the next person on your list of people you would need to photograph. That was your job after all, being Barcelona Femenís new team photographer after the last one was let go after facing harassment claims made by the players.

The first friend you made on the team was Caroline, who spoke English so that you could communicate, and it didn’t take long until Lieke warmed up to you as well. They made it a lot easier to communicate – you didn’t speak Spanish and most of the Spaniards, didn’t speak English, but you still managed to talk to each other – it was a mix of both languages, as everybody tried to learn.

Meeting Aitana back in 2019 was quite funny, the young Midfielder was next in line to get her photos for the season taken and she was nervous. A new photographer, who didn’t speak Spanish? How was this going to work?

But as soon as she saw you, she knew that you had already stolen her heart, ready to keep it forever. Aitana was a blushing and stuttering mess, while you tried to get through the shoot as fast as possible, thinking that the Catalan hated you. It was a lot of awkward back and forth until she finally asked you out on a date.

It would be the first of many, and because you had taken such a long time to even get to this point, both of you were now mediocre at the other's respective language, making conversation much easier and a lot more fun-er.

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The first kiss came with the third date when the Spaniard couldn’t wait any longer, and what better place than her bed? The footballer had invited you to her apartment and you had cooked together, joking around the entire evening until she could see your eyes droop.

“Let’s go to bed linda, hmm?” It was no secret that you loved when she called you beautiful, so with blushing cheeks and shy smiles you stumbled to the brunette’s bedroom, who excitedly pulled you after her by your hand.

Soft giggles filled the room when Aitana just pushed you on the bed, claiming that you ‘need to relax more’ before she started massaging your shoulders. A certain tension filled the room and ultimately the Spaniard couldn’t handle it – she grasped your ching gently, turning your head towards her.

She was stunning.

Soft brown eyes stared deep into yours, seeing you for who you really were before she gently closed the gap between your faces. It had been the best first kiss there could be (at least when asking you or Aitana), and the first time followed shortly later, she really couldn’t wait any longer.

Safe to say, that neither of you would ever forget that date.

---

Meeting your girlfriend's Parents was quite scary for you, after all, your Spanish still wasn’t that good – but Aitana made sure to praise every new word you learned with a gentle kiss to your forehead, proud of you, that you wanted to learn her language and culture.

But when you met them, all your worries went out the window – they were so nice and very much interested in learning English as both of them were teachers of the Catalonian language and literature.

The evening was nice as Rosa taught you how to make Aitana’s favorite dish from home – she even gave you all of the recipe cards she had originally written for her daughter. While the footballer loved food, she tried to stay far away from the kitchen – luckily for both of you, you enjoyed it.

During that time Vicent stood in the garden with his daughter, giving her ‘the speech’ he had planned for you – but just like his wife and daughter, you had quickly wormed your way into his heart, making him turn on his daughter. But she could tell that the threats held no real weight to them, the sly smirk on his face giving everything away.

Rosa gave you all the credit for dinner when you really had just peeled potatoes and observed – but Aitana, none the wiser complimented you the whole night through, pressing appreciative kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and even your hair, while her parents watched.

They were in awe, wondering how you had gotten their daughter's attention when she had never been in anybody else. Football had been the only thing on her mind until she met you. Vicent and Rosa were so incredibly happy for their daughter – sure seeing her successful and fighting for equality was amazing, but seeing her so utterly in love? That was just something else.

On that very night, Vicent had given your girlfriend a little box with two rings inside of it.

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A year of dating had passed and you were living together in a new apartment when Aitana popped the big question. When you started dating she had told you, that it wasn’t a question of ‘if’ you were getting married, but rather a question of ‘when’. You had only blushed, her certainty made you feel giddy. There was just something about it.

The proposal wasn’t some big gesture but rather a cozy evening together, where she pulled the box out and got on her knees when you were getting more wine.

There had been tears, and obviously, you had said yes after sinking to your knees and embracing Aitana in a tear-stained kiss.

The rings were beautiful, one of them was a little thicker than the second one, but both had beautiful vines with leaves engraved in them – multiple little diamonds were embedded in the bands.

“They belonged to mi abuela y abuelo.” Aitana was also crying, while she knew that you would say yes, she was still overrun with emotions. “We can get new ones if you want… I just thought th-“

You didn’t let her finish rambling, cooing a little at how nervous she was. “No – I love them, Tana. I’ll have to thank your abuela y abuelo the next time that I see them, huh?”

After meeting her parents for the first time Aitana took you to her grandparent's grave – family was important to her.

The actual wedding was held in a small circle of the closest friends and family members – the Spaniard loved keeping you to herself even with her huge family. The team obviously knew you as their photographer but Laia Codina was the only one invited from the team – sworn to secrecy.

It had been a dream.

---

During your honeymoon, the conversation about having kids came up again and again. You had obviously talked about it before, but now as a married couple, everything seemed much more plausible. You had everything you needed for the perfect family life you had always dreamed of – except a kid, obviously.

After carefully considering your options you landed on co-IVF. Thanks to two well-paying jobs, you had the necessary funds, and both of you wanted to be actively, emotionally as well as physically involved.

The decision on who would carry out the pregnancy and who would be the provider of the genetic load came quite easily – Aitana was just at the start of her big career, important seasons would surely come, so you would be the one to get pregnant.

While it was typically the younger person who would be the genetic mother, Aitana was only a year older than you and had just turned 22 – she had a good ovarian reserve and the genetic screening showed no problems, so you could go through with the process. Your uterus had also been deemed fit to carry the baby, as was your overall health.

The process was long and tedious – Aitana had to inject herself with hormones for twelve days, to stimulate egg growth, before the final injection which would trigger ovulation. After that, the eggs are retrieved and the mature ones are fertilized by the sperm of an anonymous donor you had carefully picked out together. One of the embryos gets placed in your uterus after up to six days of growing, while you have prepared your body with progesterone and estrogen in order to make sure that your uterus lining is at the correct thickness.

But the hardest part came after the embryo transfer – A two-week wait before you could take a pregnancy test. It was pure torture, the only good thing was that you saw your wife every day, making the hormones much more manageable.

How the team didn’t find out was truly a miracle, they must have thought that there was something seriously wrong with their teammate when Aitana started to be more careful – not knowing that she was growing a load of eggs.

After the dreaded two weeks you finally took the test together – no matter how much you protested Aitana joined you in the bathroom, she really wanted to be here for this. In solidarity the Spaniard had sipped water alongside you – so now you both needed to pee.

After taking the first ‘First Response Early Result wand test’ test you waited anxiously on the couch. This was the best test kit for at home, your wife had made sure of that. The five minutes felt even longer than the two weeks – it was painful. When the timer was up, your eyes met. Together you turned the small device over.

No. It couldn’t be…

Out of shock, you took a second test, and after that showed the same result, you took a third one. Tears brimmed in your eyes, hands shaking so much that Aitana took the test out of them, turning it around – it was the same result.

Positive.

It had worked on the first try.

---

As happy as you were to be pregnant, it really was a bitch. The first trimester was the worst, you had morning sickness all day long. Why do they even call it that? Morning sickness?

You still went to work with an upset stomach, extreme tiredness, and hurting breasts. Aitana tried to look out for you, as subtle as she could. Whenever at a match she brought you a chair, just carrying it after you so that you could sit down. She also took over the cooking so that you could rest as much as possible. But with all the problems the meals got smaller and more frequent.

As hard as it was, you loved it – so did Aitana.

The second trimester came with back pain, stretch marks, and patches of darker skin over the cheeks, forehead, nose, and upper lip – the ‘mask of pregnancy’. But it also came with a slightly showing belly in the beginning until you could fully see it in your work clothes.

In week 23 of pregnancy, Aitana had the scare of her life. As usual, you were cuddled up on the couch, your back to her stomach as you tried to edit a couple of pictures in this position. Your wife's wandering hands were just making their way down to your pants, trying to tease you when she suddenly felt a nudge. “¿Qué fue eso?” You had felt it before, a gentle fluttering in your tummy, or like a tumbling sensation. “Linda? What was that?”

The baby had started to move, and Aitana fell in love all over again. She obviously knew that it could happen any day now, but actually feeling it? That was something else.

With your protruding belly, the other girls started to notice as well – it was Ana who discovered it first. You had come to her with the Club's Social Media phone, needing her to record a quick video for Instagram.

“Oie! Did I miss something?”

At first, you didn’t really know what she was talking about – completely forgetting that you had given up looking for baggy shirts and just worn one that was a bit tighter.

“Whoopsie?”

On that very day, Aitana decided to tell the team. She didn’t want to hide anymore. While having you to herself was incredible, she wanted to brag about you and the unborn child she already loved so much.

When you entered the gym room at the time you were told, everybody looked at you. “¿Cómo estás mi amor?” Alexia was the first at your side, and even if she saw your belly, she didn’t say anything when she kissed both of your cheeks.

“I know you already know her, but I wanted to re-introduce you. So… Meet the love of my life, and my wife – Y/N.”

The silence was swallowing you whole, Aitana’s hand in yours as she gently squeezed it, trying to calm your nerves. Just seconds later the gym erupted in cheers and you were pulled into hug after hug by the girls who knew that there was something going on between Aitana and you – but they never would have guessed just how close you were.

“Is it Aitana’s baby then?” – and just like that Ana made the team erupt in screams again, as if they were just looking at you for the first time.

---

For the third trimester, you were sent home by Jonatan, Aitana’s training plan was heavily adjusted and her game time dwindled down. While she would have hated that at any different time – she was happy to be with you every single day of your pregnancy.

She helped you wherever she could, showering, making dinner, putting shoes on, and going on walks. When you started to nest, she never complained, just offering her hands whenever something didn’t work the way you wanted it to.

The Barca girls were a big help to their fellow teammate – listening to her rambling on and on about you and the little one, affectionally called ‘pequeño’ by everyone. No one knew the sex yet, you didn’t want to know until the baby was there. There were organized bets going on, organized by Mapi and Jenni – team boy currently held more money.

Your due date was calculated for the 23rd of May, with the Champions League final falling on the 21st. It took a lot of convincing on your side to make Aitana go with the team. “Tana this could be the most important game in your life!”

“But what if pequeño comes early?”

The Spaniard insisted on staying home until the day of departure came. You had reassured her countless times, that you would be perfectly fine – after all the baby wasn’t supposed to come yet, and what baby would actually be punctual? Definitely not yours. After all it haf your wife’s DNA, and Aitana was always late.

In the end, it was Rosa who convinced her daughter to travel to Italy with the team.

The loss of 3 – 1 hit hard, especially against Lyon but an excited hum filled the plane back that was originally supposed to take off the next evening – but when Aitana had gotten the call that your contractions started every existing plan got thrown overboard and just two hours later they were on their way to Barcelona.

It was safe to say that little Mira Linda Bonmatí made the memory of losing the Champions League finale the day before just that much better.

Now an entire year later you could barely believe it – your little girl was already turning one and her Mamí was getting ready for another final – this time with you and her little mascot by her side – making it a hundred times better already.

While standing in the crowd you couldn’t help but laugh, thinking back on how you had managed to hide your relationship, marriage, and pregnancy from the Barca Femení squad for such a long time. Now you couldn’t imagine life without them – 22 very eager Tia’s who would gladly look after Mia any chance they got.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #aitana bonmati x reader #aitana bonmati #barca femeni #barca femeni x reader #barcelona femeni x reader

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cherriesradio · 3 years

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How MHA comforts your kid after a nightmare.

With Bakugo, Deku, and Todorki (Gn!reader)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse

Word Count: 1,863

Info on kids: (take in I got the names off a random website so tell me if it’s offensive)

Bakugo - Daughter, Named Ena, 6 years old

Deku - Twins, Girl: Fumiko, 10 years old, Boy: Akio, 5 years old

Todoroki - Son, Kento, 7 years old

Bakugo

He had been staying late for work, a habit he had been trying to stop for a while now. At least this time it was necessary because there was a big villain fight earlier that day, and he graciously offered to help with clean up.

Wanting to get the stress off your daughters shoulders, so decided to have a movie night.

Ena had taken a likening to Disney movies, some how. Though she did seem to most admire the villians more then the hero’s. Or the arrogant hero’s. Like father like daughter, I guess.

You pick Ena from school, on the way home she asks if what they showed on the news really happened, and “is daddy really hurt? I’m worried ‘bout daddy.”

You curse under your breath about why the fuck they would play the normal bloody and grim news infront of first graders. Sure, a lot of the kids parents are hero’s, but their parents should tell them that, not a TV.

You look at her at once at a spot light. Her sad face, her knees to her chest in the backseat. You place your hand on her knee.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna be okay, he’s even helping clean up the mess later. So he’s gonna be home later than normal.”

Your happy when you see her get slightly less worried, knowing her dad is okay.

Once you get home you make her some ramen while she talks about her day at the counter.

You hand her the ramen, and offer taht after she does her homework and you check it, you could have a Disney movies marathon.

“What in the world is a movie marathon? Is it liek when those crazy people runnin’ for a while mile in like two minutes?”

You chuckle and roffles up her hair, kissing the top of her head. “It’s where you watch a bunch of movies in a row. We could do Disney.”

She instantly gains a spark in her eyes as soon as you say Disney, quickly squealing and running off to do her homework as quickly as she could.

Once she finished and you checked, her getting all the problems correct as normal, you get on the couch and start.

You go on for hours, at some points she sits down at the coffee table and plays with toys. Though she always ends up back cuddling into your chest, sitting in your lap, head turned to see the movie.

Around 10, she fell asleep. You thanked the lord that she didn’t have school the next day, also a little thankful she did stay up late, she would nap more the next day.

Quickly after you turned the movies off and fell asleep as well.

Bakugo sighed, annoyed that he had to stay till one in the morning to clean.

He was so ready to quickly eat left overs, kiss his little hothead of a daughters forehead, and then cuddle up to you as you slept. But NOPE, you just use to be all cUtE and cuddle with your daughter on the couch

How dare you be a good parent >:(

Though, Era seemed to be clingy tightly to your skin, surprising Bakugo on how you weren’t awaken by her uncut, sharp nails.

He moved to place his hand on her shoulder, his hot touch quickly waking her up with a loud “Daddy!”

You woke up very much startled by to daughter scream.

“Sweetheart what happened?” You say somehow quickly than Bakugo, turning quickly to her.

Era looked up at Bakugo, the slightest bit of relief going through her stressed mind.

“Daddy’s okay? R-right? He’s right there, he’s he’s gotta be okay?” Her eyes flickered from you and Bakugo.

You finally noticed that Bakugo was there, and was probably the one waking her up from her nightmare.

You stood up, hold Era on your hip. You hugged Bakugo, Era’s arms wrapped around both of you.

“What the hell happened?” He whispered, toward Era just barely couldn’t hear.

“She was worried about you, Love.”

Bakugo picked her out of your arms and put her legs around his waist.

“Listen, Babes. I’m never gonna be hurt to bad in a fight. Daddy’s to strong for that!” He smirked, quickly followed with a big grin when Era giggled.

“Daddy’s too great to get hurt!” She cheered, the past tear marks now seeming meaningless to her.

“Yeah!”

Deku

You were tired as normal after the large effort of getting the twins to bed. You knew you wanted to see Deku today, and also knew that he would get home late as normal.

At least he had lots of time in the day for you and your kids.

You drank some coffee, it was merely nine o’clock and Izuku wouldn’t be home till at least one in the morning.

You layed on the couch, putting on a queit movie as to not wake the kids.

“I’m home!” Izuku called, earlier than he told you.

“Izuku? I thought you said you would be home at one? It’s only 12.” You said while walking up to him.

“I wanted to surprise you, Lovely. I may have been held back, I thought I would come home before the kids even fell asleep.” He said, putting his arms around your waist and kissing your nose.

“Your an idiot.” You snickered at his plan.

“I’m your idiot.” He laughed, raising his hand from your waist. “And your stuck with me.” He said, pointing to the ring on his finger.

You laugh at your silly husband, who somehow still had that wholesome attitude after all the trama and hurt he insured over the years of being a hero.

You both go to bed, cuddle up to each other, kissing the others warm and welcoming touch.

When I the middle of the night you hear soft but quick knocks coming from the door.

“Izuku, could… could you get it?” You ask, him already on his way to the door.

He gently opened the door, to a tired looking Fumiko and a crying Aiko. Funiko’s hand was lightly on his back, holding his trembling body in place.

“Dad, dad I had I really and nightmare. C-can I sleep with you tonight?” Aiko muttered under his breath.

Izuku looked up towards Fumiko, trying to aka what had happened.

“He woke up a few minutes ago. He had a dream, I think you died or something. I tried to comfort him but he just wanted you and p/n.” (P/n: parental name (mom, dad, etc)

“Thanks, Fumiko. Go back to bed, I’ll let Akio sleep with us tonight.” He whispered, kissing his daughters forehead before she went back to their room across the hall.

He yawned and walked back to the bed, Akio on his hip. He gently shook you back awake.

“Lovely? Akio had a nightmare.” He told you, as you turned to face him. You had a sympathetic look on your face, looking into your child’s terrifyed eyes.

You nodded and reached your arms out to hold Akio in your arms. He plopped onto you, his face just far enough to be heard while talking.

“Dad and you are gonna be safe, right? Right, p/n?” He looked up at you. You nodded and wiped away his tears.

Izuku layed back down and run his hands through Akio’s hair, something that had always comforted you during the UA days, and even now.

Akio feel asleep with in minutes, and you kept him to your chest to make sure he wouldn’t get nightmares. Not with you and Izuku protecting him.

Todorki (warning; ANGST)

He was glad, he could finally get home early for once. He decided not to tell you, similar to Izuku, wanting to surprise you and Kento.

“Dears! I’m home early!” He smiled as he walked into the classic Chinese (?) home, ready for you and Kento to jump in and hug him.

But, instead of being welcomed home with a loving bear hug, he was welcomed with two terrified glares, and and a unmatching one that was filled with heat.

Endeavor.

“Shouto, your home early.” You said, wanting to interrupt the silence.

“Dear, why in the world is this bastard here?” He said with a growl.

“I didn’t know you had a son, Shouto.” Endeavor said. His scar seemed to have healed slightly over the years, though it was clearly visible still.

“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were gonna stay out of my life from now on.” Shouto said, still having to look up at the tall man.

“I’m just visiting. You don’t have to hold a grudge.” Endeavor shrugged and turned back to you and Kento on the couch.

“Kento, right?” He titled his head, lowering his arms.

He picked Kento up.

The man who you had been told abused his children, beat his wife, killed mercilessly, took away the love of your life’s childhood, picked up your child.

Anger immediately pumped into your veins, you quickly tearing a terrified Kento from the old mans arms.

“Get away from my son!”

“You know, I never did think you were good for Shouto.”

You better believe Shouto took care of the rest.

You crattled Kento in your arms, not wanting to let go even long after he fell asleep. You had to keep yourself from holding onto him to hard, knowing that if you held on as hard as you wanted, you would crush the poor kid.

Shouto sighed and walked back in, walking into the bedroom where you held Kento.

“Dear.” He said in the doorway. His voice was soft and familar.

“Yes, love?” You said, peaking up at him.

He walked and sat down next to you, kissing your shoulder. You almost feel the pain oozing out of him. (God I hate “ooze” so much-)

“I’m sorry, Dear. I’ll…” He sighed and put his head in his hands. “I don’t even know. He refuses to retire and the government is a total suck up for him.”

You exhale and Lena on his shoulder.

“We are never letting that happen again.” You scoff in to his sleeve.

“Yes, of course. He’s never gonna come back here, into our home.” He safely added.

“Not that. Of course I’m still never gonna let him in again. I’m never letting that bitch hold my baby ever again.” You said. He gently smiled down at you, admittedly a little glad you had such a hatred of his father.

You grunted as Kento held on tighter to your waist where he had his arms wrapped around, his face wrinkled liek he just ate something sour.

This being familar, him sharing regular nightmares like his father, you softly woke him up.

“Dear? Dear wake up, the scary man is gone. He’s never coming back.” You said as Shouto softly shook his arm, and you shakes his slightly.

“Mh… p/n, Dad… I’m scared. He came back in my head.” He whimpered, tapping his forehead.

He leaned down and pressed his face on his stomach, peaking up with sad eyes at Kendo’s face.

“I know. We all are. But that’s never gonna happen again. We’ll make sure of it.”

#tw cursing #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #deku x reader #izuku x reader #todorki x reader #todorki shouto #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #tw abuse #tw abuse mention #tw spoilers

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muwur · 4 years

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do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave) for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧ “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧ “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧ “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧ “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧ “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧ “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧ “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧ “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧ “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧ “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x you

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malcolmbrights-a · 5 years

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ship meme ray x claudia

SHIP MEME

where was their first date ?: their first date was surprisingly really cute? like i know their meeting was essentially a meet-ugly, instead of a meet-cute, since they they didn’t like each other so much. but since they ended up becoming close friends, and claudia ends up writing to him while he’s overseas, after a while raymond ends up asking her out. it’s after he gives her her first kiss and she’s so fucking shocked, but in like, the best way ever. because she never assumed he liked her and probably assumed dayting just wasn’t his thing. also when she’s younger she doesn’t want a boyfriend, not really, but then when raymond asks her if she wants to date him, they end up going for dinner and then to play laser tag and they had fun. it was during the springtime because i love the idea of them going to the park often before that. because i feel liek the park is ‘their’ place, you know? so before their first date, in a way, they had lots of friend dates.

what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: claudia makes a lot of stupid as fuck jokes to make raymond laugh when he’s feeling down. like she has no idea what he went through overseas and she knows shit all about the assassin stuff because she doesn’t know he’s an assassin. but she does know how debilitating ptsd can be so she’d want to make sure that he was fine, so she’d make him smile, she’d hold him, she’d make him his favorite foods. she’d also talk to him about nothing and everything just so he can have the company. and i feel like he returns the favor when her bipolar is acting up. because they are just really supportive and helpful with each other when it comes helping each other with their mental health issues.

who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: raymond for sure. at first claudia was surprised by it cause he doesn't come off as a romantic at all. so when was asleep, and got woken up with kisses, she giggled and told him to stop being a fucking sap, even though she was super into it. i think at some point, when she wakes up earlier than him, she'll wake him up with kisses too. Or she'll fucking jump on him and straddle him, put her forehead to his and be like "wake up, raymond, darling…" lol

who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: claudia sksksk he would've had to do something to piss her off the day before for her to resort to childish behavior like. i can't think of what the thing is on the top of my head, but it'd be bad. maybe it's the day after she finds out he's a vigilqnte murderer in the verse where he is and she isn't.

how my muse would wake your’s up: i said above, with kisses or by pouncing on him. but on days where she's behaving, she'll wake him up gently by getting on top of him to nuzzle him awake. he usually smirks while she does it and will try to keep from laughing. and when he does end up laughing, he'll give her lots of mouth kisses and turn her on her back so her can kiss her more.

who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: claudia. she's a bit childish at times and has a playful sense of humor whenever she's not working. her and raymond would be in the kitchen baking because that what claudia does after retiring from the fbi. then claudia gets this wild idea to put icing on his nose, kiss it, and then ray puts a handful on her cheek and it turns into an all out war that ends with a huge mess and them laughing so hard that they both cry. and rory eventually walks in to see what the commotion is all about sees, the message and just leaves. HES NOT HELPING CLEAN THAT SHIT UP. NO THANK BRUH

who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: oh god claudia, but only for her and group of lady friends cause raymond is a former addict.

who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: claudia says it first, surprisingly. the two of them are in his room, listening to some music that ray likes, and she ends up resting her head against his shoulder. the reaches for his hand - albit awkwardly - and turns up to look at him. she ends up smiling because even though he’s a bit goofy looking to others, she thinks he’s really handsome and he looks even handsomer while he’s in thought while listening to music. he catches her staring, goes “what?” and she blurts out that she loves him. she’s so embarrassed when he doesn’t say it back immediately, and almost leaves his room so she doesn’t like get teary eyed. but before she can leave, ray grabs her by her elbow and pulls her down to him, giving her a soft kiss before telling her he loved and pulling her down to him.

who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?: they both would fight for the other. like claudia will hear some bitch talking shit about ray and she’ll be ready to fucking pouce - man, woman, nonbinary - and the only person who can stop her will be raymond lmfao. she will be like so mad that anyone would even THINK to talk about her mans like that. like how could they do that - how? also ray doesn’t tolerate people talking shit about claudia either. so really people need to like keep their words to themselves when it comes to these chaotic dumbasses.

who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: lol claudia. raymond doesn’t like the idea because at the time they’re like in their early twenties with a baby, and adding more responsibility to what they already have could be too much for them. but claudia assures him that she can take care of a dog and rory. he kinda of doesn’t budge on it at first, but then claudia does puppy dog eyes and pouts all day about it. does that thing where she fake cries like a brat. and like he gives in because he can’t deal with it anymore. anyways, they get the dog and ends up being a mental health dog and he’s raymond’s best friend after that. like he prefers raymond to claudia and claudia is always so fucking butt-hurt about it.

who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: claudia is louder in and out of bed oh lord. she honestly is such a noisy person in bed because she likes how she sounds and wants her partner to know that she’s enjoying herself. like if she’s not being noisy it’s either really emotional sex or like she’s not feeling it at all. there’s no inbetween when it comes to her tbh. like no inbetween at all. she just has no middle ground. raymond is quieter but more dominant and he actually makes some noises (like you said he does)

who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: holyshit, miss claudia here of course. she goes about doing everything face first and always had. it has been her downfall time and time again, but it has also opened the world of new opportunities to her. i feel like in college, before raymond went overseas, that the two of them would do a lot of stupid impulsive shit like grafiti the street and steal candy from the store. go to strip clubs for the fun of it. follow people to parties when they don’t even know them. stuff like that, and they have a blast. when they’re older claudia takes more risks but like she’s not into partying of stealing or whatever. she’s fine with just living her life with ray. but ooooooooooooh in bed i feel like it’s ray. claudia didn’t have sex until she met ray so ray would have more experience than her. i remember you saying he’d show her new things, and tbh i love that because she’d be so excited to try them. and her favorite thing would be spankings because she thinks they’re so damn exciting. like the rush she gets - how ray talks to her when she gets them. like it’s the biggest turn on ever for her.

who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: none of them. like claudia wants to fight when guys tell her to call them daddy, and i’m pretty sure raymond thinks it’s gross lmfao. but you did say he called her ‘baby’ when he wanted to calm her down or when they were in bed together. she’s like in love with him using that as a pet name and it really makes her feel loved and wanted in and out of the bedroom. like wow he cares enough about her to have a special name for her. god that does things to her. both sexy and affectionate things. ahhhh

what is their shared, favourite kink ?: they’re both into light bdsm so i’d say their shared kink is their shared kink is basically sex games where you’re fucked silly but you can’t orgasm unless you’re told to do so. or where you can’t touch unless you’re told to. or when you can’t touch yourself unless you’re told to. stuff like that. or just you know, not being able to do what you want unless you’re told. and since they’re both switches, sometimes claudia will be the dominant one, while other times it’ll be raymond. so they get their thrills from sex because it’s never just the same thing, you know? it’s always different. even when it’s similar to how they’ve done it before because they shake things up.

describe their typical kiss: their typical kiss is surprisingly really soft and not rushed? like you’d expect them to have these gross, over the top passionate kisses, but that’s just not how things go. these two, contrary to everyone’s beliefs, are really soft for each other and love each other very very much. like they’re always trying to do things to show they care for each other and it makes me so fucking emo dude.

how my muse shows their love for your’s: god, she shows her love for him through acts of service and general affection. like she will cook meals for him and make him coffee just because she loves him and wants him to know that. and she’s always surprised that on days where she’s not the one showing love through acts of service, he’s the one doing it. so she shows him by doing little things for him. like she’ll help him shave his chin, her face really close to his so that it’s really sensual and so that she can really focus, and he always seems both into it and grateful. and later on he’ll draw a bath for her or whatever. It’s basically a back and forth where they take turns showing each other love in various ways.

their favourite ways to give affection: god before raymond claudia just would not kiss or hold hands (family not incestious just like cheek kissus, you know?) with anyone who wasn’t family. like she refused to kiss them or touch them or anyway. sure she was seeing a lot of people at the same time and just wanted to have her fun and the enjoy the company of others, but it always bit her in the ass when she didn’t want to give her company affection or sex, cause suddenly they didn’t want her anymore. raymond wants to be around her in the beginning even when they don’t kiss or hold hands though, but that’s because he’s usually not one to kiss and hold hands, so it’s like, you know mutual. and when he first kisses her she’s so shook that she’s not fucking repulsed by it and just wants to kiss him again, and when they’re not kissing, she thinks about kissing him again. and it’s just so goddamn girl with a crush on a bad boy lmfao. but anyway, she shows her affection with kisses and hand holding and that’s wild to me bruh

who is more dominate ?: they’re both pretty dominant, but for the most part it’s raymond. i feel like a lot of people would be surprised by that since he’s so goddamn soft spoken and claudia is so goddamn loud both with her body language and in general, but no, he’s the dominant one for the most part and claudia lets him be. like honestly, she prefers him to be if i’m gonna be honest. she likes the feeling of letting go and not being in charge for a moment in her life. it feels really fucking good just to break free from it all and just let someone else have control for a little while.

who sings in the shower ?: claudia because she likes to hear herself own voice and has always been that way because she thinks she’s god’s gift to mankind. her voice is great tho not gonna lie. like it’s really crisp and beautiful. however she is the type who forgets the lyrics to songs so she sings the wrong lyrics. i feel like it would annoy the shit outta raymond with other people when she sang in the shower or when they were in the car together, but when it’s claudia doing it he finds it endearing. but like, i could be wrong. i have no idea what raymond would think cause i know he is easily annoyed by certain things

who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: raymond washes claudia’s hair and claudia just melts into his touch, arching her back and loosening her body. it always feels really good to her. to the point where she lets out little satisfied hums that she just can’t help but to release. eventually, she does end up returning the favor and washing his hair - even though he doesn’t have much - because these two are all about taking turns with each other. but it ends up with them having a soap war cause claudia is chaotic as fuck haha. like she be that way

who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: raymond, and claudia is like “bruh, i have to go to work - stop and behave” and he grabs her ass and she just gives in, even though she was gonna give in anyways. like she loves being groped by him and always has liked being groped by him. it is so fun and exciting to her and makes her feel like he’s really into her body - not that she assumed otherwise cause she thinks she’s a goddess - and she loves that because it makes her feel powerful to know her spouse is fucking in love with her body. like ha wow

who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: claudia but only at dinners with her mother because she doesn’t respect that woman and she makes her anxious. so for some reason that makes her want to bone raymond. it’s probably surprising to him every time because he just fucking gets jumped as soon as they’re alone in the house and has no idea where to go with it because he doesn’t want her to regret jumping him later. but eventually, as time goes on and she does this shit over and over again throughout the years, he starts to see that she isn’t really gonna be upset after they have sex because it’s a form of stress relief when they’re visiting her families manor.

who has the weirder taste in music ?: i’d say claudia since you said ray mostly listens to 70s rock and roll. meanwhile claudia will listen to trashy country, trashy pop, or the worst trap music ever made. she doesn’t give a fuck. music is music and it nearly always makes her feel better. on days where she feels bad she will listen to a few random songs that are upbeat and suddenly her life is much better and she’s the happiest girl in the world. like it’s temporary, but it’s enough for her to be satisfied with her mood for a little while.

who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: claudia because she just enjoys the idea of it. she loves copying what she sees in the movies and i bet she saw something that made her do it. raymond gave her an odd look when she asked, but since it’s ray, he did it anyways, and ended up having a blast. i think as an anniversary gift to themselves, if it’s raining they’ll dance in it. and if it’s not, the two of them will dance in the sprinklers cause they’re fucking secretly saps. SECRETLY. Okay, not so secretly. Everyone knows how gross they are by that point. They both went from ‘don’t touch me’ to always holding onto the other always and i think it confused the shit out of the few friends that they shared between them.

who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: raymond. claudia wasn’t sure if she wanted to get married. she really liked the thought, especially, since she was pregnant with rory before they got married, but she never expected them to actually get married because ray had talked shit about marriage to her in the past. but then, one day, she was going through a bag he’d left on the ground and she found her ring while he was standing behind her and instead of saying sorry, that bitch screamed and said yes. that fool could’ve been holding a ring for a friend, but claudia didn’t give a fuck, they were getting married now. but the ring was for her so yeah.

what would they name their children ?: oh clyde and joyce!

who would their children take after more ?: joyce is more raymond, rory is more claudia.

#elliesfinishedworks #writing: claudia daviau #this bitch is so long like wtf #i hate that i ramble with these 900% of the time #dkjfjkhdsjkhdsfkjhsdf #shesuperlit

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artgirllullaby · 7 years

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Hi guys :D

Ok, so the next one is already done and this oen was missing just a few stuff that took a while. I still feel like it’s unecessarely long, but I decided to post liek this anwyays. And also forgive for some typos and mistakes, I’m not using my computer to post this... I tried to clean the most I could but there always one of two words escaping.

Anyways, this was @jantomweek Day 3 prompt: First Kiss

I had a completely different story in my mind first but... this one got a lot better even if the ending feels a bit rushed lol

I hope you enjoy! :)

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

Janna looked at the pink rose frowning. She could feel Star going on hype somewhere behind her looking at the rose directed to her with a shine in her eyes, Jackie was probably around also thinking it was rather cute. Starfan was probably sharing the happiness of Star of watching their ship come true…

As if.

She drew a very controlled breath, “What are you doing?”

“Didn’t you hear?” he said a bit annoyed, “I want to date you.”

Janna sighed her hand massaging the side of her forehead gently, “Tom, cut it off, this isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking!” he said annoyed.

“Tom we hate each other.” Janna stated, “We can’t stand or agree in anything. In fact I punched you this morning just because I saw your face, remember?”

He did, but thankfully he could recover fast from injuries. “I know, but… I know it’s crazy and sounds insane, but… I don’t know I just want this, ok?! I don’t know why, I don’t have an explanation to give, I just really want to try this!”

Janna crossed her arms unbelieving, “What’s the plan? You’re planning something, some joke on me, aren’t you?”

“I am not!”

“Then explain this to me!” she points to the pink rose, “Because we had been fighting and battling each other non stop for three years and now you just come and say you want to date? Are you sure you didn’t trip and hit your head on the road? And what’s up to the pink rose? Shouldn’t be red?”

“I don’t have an explanation!” Tom exasperated, “All I know is that all that ‘imagine your future’ thing made me wonder and I realize that a future in which you aren’t there it’s plain, boring and I just don’t want that, so I’m trying my best shot here in calling you to go out with me…” Tom then looked at the rose extending for her again blushing slightly and whispering, “And the rose… Well, your favorite is pink so I thought you would like it. I stole from Marco’s garden, don’t tell him.”

“Pink is not my favorite color.”

“Whatever you say” Tom shrugged “So? I’ll meet you at the fair?”

The dark haired girl looked at the rose, then at him and sighed. Part of her was curious about the outcomes of this even if deep inside she felt like she was doing something wrong. He was Star’s ex, even if they were friends now and he even hang out with Marco, it would be weird- it should be weird.

And still Janna reached out for her pink rose and agreed.

“Eh, fine” She shrugged, “But you’re paying and if I find out this is a joke I’ll put a curse on you worse than Nasaya.”

The demon nodded unamused, “Eh I can deal with that it’s only fair.”

“One more thing,” she said as he was about to walk away, “my favorite color is not pink.” Tom smiled teasingly and went on his way, replying without looking back.

“Whatever you say.”

Janna had to admit she was impressed.

Tom was very cool once he got over being annoying all the time, he had some temper problems to solve, but he had confessed to Janna he was taking some potions to help with that (something about two demons of different kinds not mixing the genetics well or something?) so in that night things were fine.

In fact, things were going really well.

When they were both able to set down their anger on each other, it was rather… joyful. They got to talk and find common interests, they liked Love Sentence, he liked Karate movies, but rather zombie ones. She was a fan of old poetry, he… well, he knew the old poet she liked but it was close enough. As they went on talking things began to move smoothly between them, besides Janna had to admit that being on a multiverse fair was fun and interesting.

Janna was eating a piece of cotton candy (or something that looked a lot like it) and sharing with Tom when she suddenly realized they were holding hands. Not just holding hands, they were standing right next to each other in a way she was using his arm as support without realizing. Just… Very couple like.

She didn’t know if she liked or not.

Tom was still talking about the dimension section they were in, talking how was to go there the first time in royal duties and how his mother couldn’t go because it was dangerous on them (well, if she was a cotton living next to a flame demon who cries lava, she would be worried too), so he got a giant cotton candy for his mother as souvenir and all… The filipino realized she didn’t mind enjoying time with him at all, he was indeed trying to be a nice guy for her and she was doing just fine too. She didn’t mind.

Janna found herself tempted to intertwine their fingers.

Maybe she was freaking out too much. There were a lot of people, he probably just hold her hand so she wouldn’t get lost, and there wasn’t much space to walk so that’s why he didn’t say about her standing close, and he… He was the one who invited her on a date. He said he couldn’t imagine a more boring future than to be without her so, that meant something right? Wait, why she cared in first place? She shouldn’t care at all…

Well, she cared. She cared a lot. She wanted this. She wanted him to have meant every word and every part and everything… Since when she had been like that?

Janna frowned at herself. She had been crushing on this guy all along and didn’t know? What the… Well, it explained a lot actually. On why she reacted to violent around him and felt like pranking and teasing him around… It was her way to show affection most of times, she just didn’t know how to be “sweet” and “delicate”. She always know she was the kind of love who would bite… She just didn’t expect the bite back.

Or that it would be Tom of all people.

She was almost convinced herself, the idea of them being together as a couple getting wrapped around her head while she was moving her hands slowly to intertwine their fingers. She felt as if she did something simple as that it would mean everything would change. Like by intertwining their fingers meant to commitment to this - whatever it would be called - it meant a step to never go back… She was overthinking? Maybe. Possibly… Mostly like it. Yep. She was overthinking but who could blame her? Why it had to be him of all people?

Her fingers had already opened from his hands as she tried to move to intertwine with his when he suddenly stopped and so did she. She looked up to him wondering if he realized and would put an end on it, it he planned something or… Why he was staring at somewhere else?

Janna tried to follow his gaze through the crowd trying to find what was that caught his attention so much he forgot he was around her. On the other side of stalls corridors, there was a sweet desserts stand (a very much likely the one they got the cotton candy thing) and in front that the only thing that could have been on his attention was a blond hair… Right beside a red hoodie and dark hair.

She felt the pain in her chest. He was watching those two, now that she think about they had been on the same quarter for a while. The moment the couple turned to each other to talk it was impossible to not recognize their faces or the hearts in her cheek, or miss how Tom flinched in the moment when Marco leaned and kissed her mark making Star giggle.

That was the moment Janna came to realize. They had been hating each other for months why would that suddenly change? It didn’t. Tom didn’t invite her to the fair, he invited the first girl who accepted and had some experience with multidimensional stuff and wouldn’t be overwhelmed. If she had refused he probably would had invited someone else. But he made it all be so fun and romantic and… She was stupid enough to believe in all that.

Janna pulled Tom away and throwing the cotton candy on the floor angrily before stepping on it repeatedly. The action causing a yelp from Tom and some surprised gasps from people around.

“Hey! What was that for?!” Janna ignored him, so he tried to hold her and stop her from keep smashing the candy, “Hey! Janna!” But instead of listening she pushed him again and stormed out the scene, he called after her running right after. It was troubling since Janna was smaller and was getting through the creatures faster than him. It didn’t take much to lose track of her.

Tom went around the fair, he asked the stalls they had been if they had seen her, he asked a few people around, but no one knew where she could be. He was beginning to get worried at this point, those fairs were open to anyone participate, which meant that even monsters who despised humans (or those who eat them) would be around.

“Hey, is everything ok?”

Tom turned around to Star and Marco standing behind him. Star was holding Marco’s hand intertwining their fingers as the other held his arm closer to her, they both looked worried at Tom.

“Oh hey guys… It’s just Janna, she run away and I can’t find her anywhere. I’m starting to get worried, have you seen her?”

Marco looked at Star and she shrugged, “I haven’t seen her around from the moment we got here.”

“Me neither, sorry man.” Marco replied shrugging too.

He sighed tiredly, messing his hair “That’s ok, I’ll try to find her.”

“Did something happen for her to run?” Star asked, “You didn’t get mad, did you?”

“What?! No! I told you guys I’m taking care of that!”

“What was it then?”

“I have no idea, I saw you guys in the other stall and thought on getting to say hi and maybe hangout all together and then- oh…”

Star looked at him quizzically, but Marco seemed to understand the same as him “Well, better find her to explain yourself then.”

“Yeah, see you guys around!”

Tom ran around the stalls for a while until he decided it was no use, he took a breath and then closed two of his eyes leaving just the third one open. There were a lot of creatures around, but only one was a witch descendant. Tom was able to identify the trace of her essence on the stalls corridors and followed them until he was out the fair, the traces led to a hill and going on a tree to one branch where… Where she was sitting on currently.

The demon wouldn’t admit out loud, but it was always mesmerizing to look at Janna with the magic sensible eye, sometimes he did without her noticing. It was an flow of energy and magic unique and beautiful, it was in constant change and movement since it was a magic that still getting used to her body after she got her witch powers. It was one of the reasons he was drawn to her.

He opened his eyes and blinked twice to adjust to his normal vision. Janna was looking right at him with unamused face from the tree, her face with clear determination to not move from there.

“So you can see with the third eye.”

He shrugged, “It isn’t a big deal.”

“I guess.”

She stayed silent and he sighed, “Can you come down?”

“For what?

“I want to talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about.” She drifted her eyes watching the fair from afar again.

Tom took a breath trying to be patient “We just were talking for the most part of the night!”

“That was before I realized you were joking with me.” She replied indifferent.

“I am not joking! Can you just get down?!”

Janna rolled her eyes, but she jumped down the grass and crossed her arms in front of him “Done. So?”

“Look, whatever conclusion you got, it’s wrong.”

Janna gave an exaggerated smile to show her annoyance, “Oh, good to know! So this was indeed all a joke, right?”

“Of course not! Do you think I would spent so much energy and time on you and tonight for a joke?!”

The brunette gave a mocked laugh, “Oh, I’m sorry I’m not worth all that!”

The demon face-palmed at her answer, “That’s not what I meant! Stop twisting my words!”

“I’m not twisting nothing!” She raised her voice, “The only options for you to have called me on a date is either a joke on me or-” Janna nibbled her lower lip and shook her head- “I’m just going with the less-hurting option.”

Tom raised his eyebrows and now he was the one raising his voice, “Stop assuming stuff and hear me out-”

“For what?!” She replied in a loud tone “So you can just hang me around waiting for your first chance with Star-”

“No one is talking about Star!” He screamed frustrated.

“Oh really?!” She yelled back, “Then why you’re getting so angry and messed up by mentioning her name?!”

“I’m angry that you take me so lowy! I’m not that kind of guy!”

“Really cause your angry issues already showed up otherwise back then!”

Tom passed his hand on his hair trying to keep his control “I can’t erase my past, ok?! Yeah I did wrong and as result of those stuff I lost Star, but this had nothing to do with us!”

“There you go! You are trying to win her back by using me to show you got no more issues!”

“I never said that! She’s gone, she moved on and so did I! Why the hell you think you’re here for?!”

“Because you’re trying to fix things with the first one to raise their hand to you! It could have been anyone!”

“But it’s not anyone, it’s you in here!” Tom massaged his temples, “Freaking God, I didn’t think you were so jealous-”

There was an offended gasp from her, “Me?! Jealous?! Are you for real?!”

“Oh I’m sorry,” Tom replied inserting sarcasm into his words, “I saw my friend and her boyfriend across a festival and thought of saying hi and it was enough to make you go nuts!”

“Oh says the one who tried to fry the same guy who’s with her only because of a dance once!”

“Once! And that’s past, I wasn’t over her yet-”

“You also cursed him!”

“I was young and immature! I’m over that, freaking hell!”

“Oh you’re screaming at me doesn’t look like!”

“You started it!”

“Real mature reply!”

“Janna, just shut up so I-”

“So what?!” She screamed even louder than before.

“I’ll make you!” Tom pulled some strands of his own hair in annoyance.

“Oh, make me!”

“I am serious!” his eyes already shining in the dark, but Janna didn’t back down.

“So am I! But we both know you-”

Janna stopped talking because before she even finished her sentence, Tom’s mouth was over hers stopping any possible syllable to leave her lips. She had three seconds of shock in which she didn’t quite reacted, another five in which she just closed her eyes and started kissing back, and only then she got into herself and stepped back.

“Wait- What the hell you think you’re doing!?”

“Shutting you up.”

He didn’t wait her reply as he held her face firmly and leaned on her again, his lips going just as angry and wild as before. Janna tried to push him away again but she was unable to (ok, she would be honest, she didn’t really wanted to, he wasn’t forcing her into it - She could have got free from him if she really wanted so.) So instead she focused her energy and the heat from the fight to kiss him back.

Neither of them really knew how exactly happened, someone had moved (neither knew who was the first to do so or if they both did at the same time), she tripped, but he held her close stopping her from falling or getting her lips apart from him for longer than a moment, her body was just attached to his like they were magnets, then after the tree was giving support to her back and she used his leg to get more support (Thanks Lord, her legs were starting to feel like jelly) and her hands were in his hair while his rested on her hip and the other was closed in a fist as his arm was giving support to his own body. It was a weird - and yet - comfortable position for them.

Tom only stepped away when air was missing in his lungs and he could feel he was missing her breath too.

“I bring you here…” He said catching up his breath, “Because I really… Wanted to start something new… It was never-”

“Tom.” Janna interrupted him in a serious tone.

The demon looked at her a bit nervous, but didn’t let it show by any means, “Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

And just like that she yanked his collar, kissing him just as passionate as before.

#jantomweek #i know i'm still late #but better late than never #my fics #jantom #jantomfic #svtfoe #janna ordonia #tom lucitor #tom #janna #star vs the forces of evil #a bit of starco #star vs evil #svtfoe fic #by me #issues #day 3 #first kiss

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**:) Happy Valentine’s Day @the-deaths-dispatch!! -pastel**

vnikifo; r u yuri? kyuut; yuuri* but yeh kyuut; !!!!!!wait ur vikroe nikiforov!!!!! vnikifo; viktor* but yeh

Yuuri Katsuki, one of the biggest Tumblr users ever, happened to look up to Viktor Nikiforov. Viktor Nikiforov, one of the biggest YouTubers out there, happened to like Yuuri’s writings about him and other people.

Yuuri was just typing away on his computer when a message popped up on his computer. He giggled slightly when he saw his name spelled wrong. He answered the person before clicking on their icon, which so happened to be one of his idols. He scrolled through multiple selfies of Viktor Nikiforov, then slowly stopped. He clicked off of Tumblr before looking on his Instagram. He looked up Viktor and, holy shit, the Tumblr link on his Instagram was the same as the Tumblr. Yuuri started screaming, scaring his dog beside him as he covered his face while continuing to freak out. After he finally, and not his last, got done screaming, he (not so calmly) typed his answer. His fingers were shaky, which made him misspell Viktor’s name.

And when Viktor used his line, Yuuri lost it.

kyuut; that’s my line! vnikifo; mine now kyuut; anywaysanyways why did you message me??? vnikifo; well, my friend read one of ur writings vnikifo; then asked me to read it vnikifo; so i did and it was rlly good Yuuri felt a large smile stretch onto his face before he stood from his chair, then proceed to dance around his room. He let out giggles, picked up his dog and danced around with him in his arms, and rolled around on his bed. His idol, his friends, read Yuuri’s writings. Honestly, he had never felt this much joy since he hit his first hundred followers.

kyuut; ohmygod thank you???? kyuut; liek hearing that from you makes me rllyrlly haeppy?? kyuut; gosh im so happy i cant type lolol vnikifo; good, u should be happy. u derserve that vnikifo; o im getting sappy, ttyl? Yuuri was sure, his lungs could no longer lung.

“Viktor Nikiforov here with another video but today is much different.” Viktor started his video while smiling. He held his laptop in his lap while his long hair was tied back, he kept kyuut’s page up and one off his favourite writings by the writer. “Instead of my weird, goofy videos, or hair tutorials, today I will be reading an excerpt of something that I love.”

Viktor continued to talk, explaining that he read from kyuut a lot, and how they’re such and inspiration to so many people. Even though the writer has revealed their name, his face and gender was left unknown. He explained about how no one actually knew him, he gave such vivid images with the way they wrote things. Finally, Viktor started reading it. He made little notes of what he thought about it and things that he like the most. He then got so enhanced in the story that he started to read silently to himself, totally forgetting he was recording. Viktor was finally brought back into reality and ended the video with kyuut’s link in the description. He decided to edit that later, so he just messaged the writer, not really expecting them to reply back.

Yuuri was their name, and Viktor found them very charming. They seemed timid and shy when they talked to people. Viktor smiled at his screen before gently letting the author go.

Three months has passed, and the two still talked. They shared Skype usernames, texted each night and sometimes were on call with one another. Yuuri admitted he was male, and found his inspiration from Viktor and nature. The two both like to ice-skate, and eat…a lot. Viktor shared things about him and never stopped talking to be honest. But one day, Viktor suggested that they should meet up one day. The call was silent and in a small voice, Yuuri said he had to leave. Viktor didn’t mind, and never brought the subject up again. Unless Yuuri was comfortable with it, then they’ll talk about it.

“Would you ever like to meet someday?” Viktor asked one night as he edited a video. The tapping of keys on the other line seemed to stop slowly before picked up speed again.

“Maybe? I don’t know, I get nervous new people.” Yuuri admitted slowly. Viktor looked at his black screen before smiling softly. He knew that Yuuri could see him since he always had his camera on.

“Yuu~ri.” Viktor said bringing his mic closer to his lips. “Don’t you already know me?”

“Yes? Maybe? I just get nervous, okay?” Yuuri sounded frustrated at himself as he sighed deeply. Viktor smiled then laughed softly.

“Well whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here. Okay?” Viktor said with such gentleness that made Yuuri feel safe and warm.

“Okay.”

It was another three months before Yuuri finally agreed to meet up. Viktor was looking forward to April 26, and was totally ready for that day to come by. Yet when that day did come, Viktor wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to pick up Yuuri, he wasn’t ready to meet him face to face. What did Yuuri even look like? What if Yuuri didn’t show up? Finally, Viktor arrived at the airport, ready to pick up the writer. Viktor didn’t have to wait long, gladly, before a pair of arms wrapped around his torso. Yuuri was much shorter than Viktor had imagined, and yet he wasn’t complaining.

“I’m here, are you happy?” Yuuri murmured into Viktor’s jacket. Viktor laughed, turned himself around and grabbed the younger man. He kept Yuuri in a tight embrace, nudging his face in Yuuri’s raven hair before sighing deeply. Viktor pulled away, seeing Yuuri for the first time since they met. Viktor laughed, seeing Yuuri’s glasses askew on his face. The two laughed before Viktor gave him a tour of Russia.

“Yuuri! We should do a video together! It’ll be your ultimate face reveal!” Viktor suggested and Yuuri rolled his eyes while propping his feet up on Viktor’s lap. They were relaxing on the couch, Viktor editing and Yuuri answering things in his ask box.

“I can make video’s of us and give them to you?” Yuuri suggested and Viktor groaned loudly, like it wasn’t enough.

“No!” He whined and Yuuri laughed at the extended word. “People will love you!”

“Nah, I have yours. That’s all I need.” Yuuri said before realizing what he said. Viktor raised an eyebrow at the younger man. “Not like that! I-I, look! It’s a weird fantasy? Maybe?”

Viktor giggled, literally giggled, at the blubbering mess name Yuuri before putting his laptop on the coffee table. He closed Yuuri’s, moved it to the side and laid on top of the Japanese man. Yuuri let out an ‘oompf’ as Viktor looked up at Yuuri. His blue eyes were swimming with curiosity as he stared at Yuuri, like he was the last person he’d ever see.

“I do love you.” Viktor whispered gently, smiling when a pink blush appeared on Yuuri’s cheeks. “Aw, does Yuuri have crush?”

“Maybe. Look, I’ve grown attached to you in the past six months. You treat me like an actual person and not a famous person. You helped me when my dog died, when I broke my ankle. Even when I refused to meet you the first time in the first three months. You were always beside me.“ Yuuri stared at the ceiling, renting things out. He seemed to be lost in thought, not even thinking about what he was saying. Viktor was happy to see this side of Yuuri, after this half year of bonding.

"Of course I would always be beside you. Even if I never saw you, I heard your beauty. You always smiled and I never wanted to see you frown.” Viktor admitted and Yuuri looked down at the Russian man. He raised an eyebrow, as if saying ‘oh really?’.

“Okay okay, I give up. You won.” Yuuri sighed and Viktor cheered while straddling Yuuri. The two giggled before Viktor kissed Yuuri’s forehead.

“Thank goodness for Christophe for showing me your writings.”

Yuuri burst out laughing.

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I was way too excited and impatient to post this to spellcheck and it’s too late to do any editing right now. Here you go, six little unedited pieces ranging from short scenes to mini-fics ID

As mentioned before, several ideas were from friends’s fics and one from a confession that was submitted a few weeks ago.

1.Gordon tries peanut butter.

2. Three words. World is Mine.

3. Gordon got too competitive.

4. Flying Scotsman joins in the fun of getting covered in chocolate

5. Henry pets Gordon in strange places

6. Mal cries and eats some bread. This one is pretty sad and dark, similar in tone and story to the first fic I ever did here.

"Here, try some"

Without any other warning, he poked the spoon into Gordon's mouth. It was an unfamiliar nutty taste and even odder texture, the consistancy of sticky frosting. He wasn't entirely sure how to react to it. But after initial hesitation he eagerly sucked it off the spoon, leaving it virtually spotless when Henry tugged it out of his mouth. He was not expecting the stickiness to be as much as it was and found himself mouthing awkwardly at him as he tried to figure out how to swallow it.

"Would you like some more?"

He looked down at the spoon, skin crawling at the idea of sticking it back in.

"I'd really hate to contaminate the whole jar by doing this. Wait, no- this is better."

He dipped three fingers into the peanut butter jar and brought them up to Gordon's mouth, letting him lick it off them. He found it a little odd, but understood his reasoning well enough and playfully tickled his fingers with the tip of his hot tongue and sucking on them a little as he lapped off the peanut butter, making Henry very flustered. He tried to hide the awkward smile stretching across his face with a yawn, but his heavy breathing from excitement made his hand waver a little, something that was very obvious to Gordon.

"Like that, don't you?" ---------

Mallard couldn't get into the backroom. Someone must have locked it- but who? Was it some visitor? He knew Hammy and the others were in their usual spots, still in their engines.

He pressed his ear against the door and heard something. SInging. Terribly, shrill singing. Perhaps even worse than his own. It was a sound that could only be compared to a songbird impersonating a four-year-old while being strangled in an earthquake. He wasn't sure who even had a voice that could go that high. Perhaps it was one of the smaller engines clowning around. They could be childish like that at times.

Still, he was getting hungry and wanted to get a snack from there. He rummaged through his pockets again before finally finding his key, crumpled up in a chocolate bar wrapper. While it did seem rude to interrupt this singer (if they could even be called that), he was getting cranky fro hunger and opened the door anyways.

What he saw was both completely unexpected, but also hardly surprising.

"SEKAI DE ICHIBAN OHIME-SAMA~"

Admittedly he couldn't tell who it was for a few lines due to cringing so hard from the horrible noise. And he did at the worst possible time. The song paused for a short instrumental break after the last "Hey baby" and Flying Scotsman inhaled sharply before letting out an eardrum-shredding squeal of a scream.

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

He turned around, to realize that he had a very real audience, of one very unamused Mallard, currently glaring at him in a mix of irritation and pain.

"I have two questions. ... WHERE IS YOUR DIGNITY, COUSIN? And.... HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND A COSTUME LIKE THAT IN YOUR SIZE?"

"Let an engine have a little fun, Mal. Nobody can see me in here anyways."

"They sure will know something's up when you shatter all the windows in this museum."

"Anyways, it's not really in my size anyways. It's just the largest one I could find online."

Mallard gave him a harder disapproving look. It definitely was too small for him. A few inches of grey skin poked out from under his very tight top. His long boots dug into his pudgy thighs and if the sleeves hadn't been detached from the main portion of the top, he would never have been able to get it over his shoulders.

"You look ridiculous."

He poked at his exposed muffin top.

"But it is rather fun to do this "cosplay" thing-in private of course. It's a little snug, sure, but it does emphasize my curves, if I may say so."

He flipped a teal pigtail over his shoulder.

Mallard sighed and shook his head.

"Well, have fun, I suppose. Do not let word of this leak out under any circumstances, you udnerstand? You'll embarass the whole museum with your antics."

"Perhaps if you tried it, you'd understand."

------------------------------------ "Why must you be like this Gordon?"

He remained silent out of spite and pain.

"James couldn't get through half the carton. Why didn't you quit when it was obvious you'd won?"

He curled up a bit more, rubbing his aching stomach. Perhaps he should have let up on James once he'd given up.

"You didn't need to clean out the whole thing AND dig into a whole new one to make your point and now you're stuck like this until your stomach settles down!"

He groaned.

"You know I get rather competive when challenged liek that. There's no way I'd let that small fry show me up. I... probably did go a bit far, though. In hindsight, that did seem a bit cruel and unneccessary. And having to be rubbed and comforted by you.... like some kind of injured animal. It's embarassing... Oh Gresley, why did I do that?"

"Oh, please, don't get emotional on me. I'm a real embarassment too with my past and all. We can both be embarassments together. I'm really sorry I came off as so callous."

He tugged his soft, limp body closer into his chest and wrapped his arms around his belly, stroking it gentle to comfort him. As much as he hated to admit it, he secretly liked seeing him so vulnerable like this. He liked having this power over him. He also relished in the opportunity to rub his fat middle, something he;d fantasized about for ages. He hugged him even closer and pulled his head back onto his shoulder, feeling his full, powerful, thighs compress against his own. He gently kneaded his soft flesh as he started to relax in his arms and his breathing became less pained and heavy.

---------------------------------- "Where on earth did you get this idea from, Scotty?"

"Mm, a certain someone else in the museum."

SHe had just finished feeding him, but he'd had even more plans. She was squatted over him as he was lying down, shirtless, letting her dribble chocolate sauce on his bare belly and chest, teeth gritted in excitement and anticipation. The chilled liquid made him flinch was surprise as the first drops landed on him, but then he relaxed.

"Well, time to clean up our mess, isn't it?"

She knelt down over him and brought her head up to his chubby stomach, glutted from the feeding, then pressed her face against it as she slowly began to lick the chocolate off. Just as the cold had startled him, the heat of her tongue did as well, but he sighed in satisfaction as felt her soft lips lapping at his grey skin, creeping up to his chest from the upper portion of his belly. As she worked her way back down, she lightly stroked his swollen, tender, middle. He squirmed in pleasure under her as she worked her way down, squeaking a little when she hit a particularly sensitive spot. She paused a bit before sucking the last bit of chocolate off the flesh right his navel, before kissing him all over his tummy a few more times, snuggling against its warm, gurgling form.

--------------------- His legs were going numb from Gordon sitting on his lap. But it was worth it to feel his heavenly thighs press against his own.

Henry reached for another brownie to feed him, but accidently elbowed him in the small of the back in the process. He expected him to jolt and complain about being bumped but instead, he shivered in delight, then awkwardly looked around.

"Could you perhaps.... do that again?"

Henry gave him another firm bump in the back, and he gasped in delight.

"You like that, I suppose?"

"Oh yes, I do."

"DO you like this as well?"

His free hand reached up and stroked him under the chin, trailing up the soft edges of his cheeks. He sighed. It creeped up one side, squeezing it gently every inch or so, and he subconsciously leaned his head against the hand, rubbing against it a little. Then he felt an aggravating tingling sensation at his forehead. Henry had put down the brownie and held a finger right between his eyes, a hair away from the spot directly between his eyes. All he could do was remain very still, unsure what exactly he was attempting to do. His fingers lightly made contact, then slowly slid down the slight curve of his nose. He shuddered and squirmed, but Henry lightly increased the pressure of his touch to keep his face still. He could feelhis breathing getting quicker and heavier and the tension in his jaw with the hand pressed against his cheek. As suddenly as he had begun, his finger slithered off the end of the bridge of his nose. He stared in disbelief for a few seconds.

"....Coul you do that again as well?"

"Of course."

-------------------------------- He couldn't sleep. He couldn't keep his mind of it. Something was eating at him, and the only thing he could think of to rip his mind from it was eating itself.

Mallard formed in front of his metal body and hobbled over to one of the backrooms. The one with the freezer. He desperately clung to anything he could feel in the darkness of the NRM, praying that he wouldn't fall on his way and get stuck out of his body until someone found him in the morning. Fortunately, he knew the way well, from many a midnight trip to it.

A blinding light met him when he swung the door open, overwhelming his vision with purple spots. He slammed it shut.

"Dammit, forgot the freezer was on top."

Chilled air blew out. The right door. He wove between half-eaten contianers of assorted flavors of ice cream. Scotsman's, of course. Finally, he felt a more familiar shape in the back and pulled the frozen loaf of bread out. Good thing too, as his hands were going numb from the cold and his poor circulation.

He fumbled with the twist-tie and placed the loaf on a plate, then stuck it in the microwave after being blinded with another burst of light. He just kept running on autopilot. He'd thought that freezing his bread would make it last longer and keep him from getting into it like times like this. But obviously, a force inside him was determined to jump all the fences if it meant getting getting some irresistable wheaty goodness.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

He whipped the door open to silence the noise. He didn't want anyone hearing him. He had to sit and suffer in silence. Now defrosted, he mindlessly clutched the bread for warmth an felt himself folding down into a heap on the floor. Just as mindlessly, he sank his teeth into the crust of its heel, savoring the taste for too short a time before swallowing it to give him the satisfaction that force really wanted. He found himself tearing away chunk after chunk of it, getting crumbs all over himself and the floor around him. He didn't care. He just wanted to consume. Soon half of it was gone. He craved more and wasn't going to stopa fter one, so he clumsily grabbed and heated up another loaf from the freezer and crawled back to the floor with both of them in his hands.

He shoveled in the last of the half-eaten one, mind numb. As his other hand came up with the remaining one, it brushed against his stomach and it hit him. He realized what he was doing. He could feel how it was bulging more than usual from all the bread and started to cry, realizing what he was doing to himself. But he continued to take bites of bread between tears of fear and increasingly, pain. The taste anf feeling of gulping it down was irresistable to him. He couldn't stop, though he hated himself for what he was doing.

"Oh Gresley, I'm only going to get worse the more I keep doing this. Ooough, it hurts."

Both the physical pain and knowledge of what he was doing to his body wracked him. He soon wouldn't be able to just blame being stuck on display for getting fat like this, but his own loss of control of himself. It was humiliating and terrifying, feeling like he was losing his old self and increasingly becoming like that gluttonous Scotsman. There were only crumbs left now and he craved more, but his belly hurt too much to want to get up and retrieve more bread from the freezer. All he could do was tend to his bloated stomach and hope he would be able to recover by morning and slink out of here without anyone noticing.

But someone had noticed.

"Mal, are you in here?"

He shuddered. It was Duchess of Hamilton. He curled up tighter, wanting to disappear completely. He couldn't let her see him like this.

"Oh dear, you look like a wreck, Mal."

She squatted down beside him and stroked the side of his face, notcing the trail of crumbs and his the bulge of his torso.

"I never knew you did this too... Let me help you out a bit."

She loosened his pants for him to give his belly a little more room, and rolled up his shirt a little so she could rub his glutted, gurgling, tummy. He covered his face with his hands in embarassment at the realization of how soft and stuffed he really was down there and the feeling her of her touching him in such a tender place.

"It's okay, Mal. You should get over the discomfort in a few hours and there's no lasting effects of it. At least that's how it's been with Scotty."

"Ugh, don't compare me to that pig at a time like this..."

"Shh, it's okay, Mal. Please don't keep secrets like this away from me, okay? Whatever prompted you to do this probably shouldn't be kept bottled up this way. Would you be willing to talk about it with me? I'll keep it a secret if you'd like, of course."

"I guess."

He sighed. Her touch was gentle and soothing.

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