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byeuijoo · 5 months

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fake a kiss and heal a heart 𐀔 han dongmin

⠀⠀⠀chapter two. : false emergency & another drink.

warnings : alcohol consumption, low self-esteem, crying, like one swear word, mention of throwing-up ⋆ word count : 4,776

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A WEEK HAD PASSED SINCE YOU LAST SAW HAN DONGMIN, and since that unforgettable chaotic party, you had received no news from him. at the same time, after escaping the house like thieves, you parted ways to continue your respective homeward journeys, letting brief goodbyes fly in the wind from your fingertips. despite dongmin's insistence on walking you home that night, you assured him that everything would be fine and he absolutely had to go home and take care of himself — you still remember his cheeks and eyes red from the torrents of tears he shed. and afterwards, you waited a long time for any message from him, just to know he was feeling better. but nothing. no message, no call, nothing at all. so you tried to think of something else, to go on with your life as it was before you met him, go to school, see your friends.. but your subconscious kept bringing your thoughts back to his pretty black cat eyes. had he been crying again? was he, at least, going to class? was he eating properly? a whole host of unanswered questions stayed in your head, because after all, you'd just played a part during one night.

so today, like every other day, you were off to class, spending the day with your closest friends, laughing and chatting, making fun of your science teacher's disastrous new haircut, before you rush off to your part-time job at the little grocery store down your apartment, serving the same customers at the same time again and again. and again. at least, dongmin was part of what finally changed your daily routine — even if in reality, you had nothing to complain about.

greeting your replacement colleague as you pushe open the door to the deserted street, you suddenly felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. thinking it was your mother calling again to see if you were eating properly, you let out a long sigh leave your lips, before discovering the contact name displayed on your screen. han dongmin. han dongmin. you repeated in your head, frowning, before finally picking up the phone. « hello? » you say softly, squinting as you hear all the noise that seems to be coming from the other side of the cellar. « y/n? it's han dongmin. » — his voice sounded fluid, if slightly shaky. was he drinking? starting to walk down the street, you spoke again after a few seconds, « i know. i know it's you. is everything okay? »

« are you free? like right now? » he asked, a little too brusquely, « there's a party planned and i've only just decided to go, will you come with me? »

it was a bit hasty — you hadn't even gone home yet, and you already had to go and meet him. you hesitated for long seconds, leaving him unanswered on the other end of the line, biting your lower lips out of habits, weighing the pros and cons. after all, if you think about it, you've got absolutely nothing else to do : your homework was already done, your apartment was tidy.. but you still had to go home and feed your cat. « well.. okay, of course, i can come. but please, give me 20 minutes to go home to feed my cat, okay? » you replied, quickening your pace to reach your apartment, which was not far from your working place. you heard him mumble something, and the noise was momentarily muffled, before his voice became clear again, « okay. thank you, i'll send you the address by message. »

after saying goodbyes and see you laters, you finally reached your apartment building, casually typing in your code before taking the elevator to your floor. when you opened the door to your home, you were instantly greeted by a little black cat who seemed to have missed you very much, the latter rubbing your leg in an affectionate gesture. « hey buddy, » you say in a voice that's far too high-pitched, lowering yourself to his level to caress his back, « are you hungry? mommy's home to feed you. »

after getting rid of your shoes for a moment, you rummaged through the cupboards and pulled out a bag of cat meat, preparing the bowl. while he quietly savored his meal, you stroked the top of his head, wondering why dongmin's voice sounded so strange on the phone. « was he already at the party..? » you asked yourself, your attention drifting to your phone, which showed you a new notification. the young boy had just sent you the address of his current location. while ensuring that your pet finishes its meal, you put on a slightly warmer jacket to face the night's cold wind, slipping on your shoes again before stepping outside. entering the address into your phone's gps, you hurriedly followed the indicated path, not wanting to keep him waiting too long.

but to your astonishment, when you arrived at the building associated with this address, you were faced with a bar, where a few groups of friends and a few drunks seemed to be enjoying the loud music and free-flowing alcohol. that was the party? sighing as you put your phone away in your jacket pocket, you entered the building, looking all around you for any trace of dongmin in the crowd. and after a few seconds of searching, you saw him leaning against a table, no doubt refilling yet another glass of soju. approaching his table, you finally stop beside him, pushing an almost accusatory index finger against his shoulder, « so.. this is your so-called last-minute party? »

the boy raised his face to yours, his expression changing at the sight of you. his eyes were slightly red, in contrast to his cheekbones, which betrayed his level of alcohol consumption, his hair was slightly a mess and the stupid smile on his lips showed perfectly that his thoughts weren't the clearest in the world. « oh y/n, you're here ! » he says cheerfully, raising his glass to you before finishing it in one gulp, right in front of your astonished eyes, « i was waiting for you. » he added, moving aside slightly to make room for you to sit next to him. throwing off your jacket, you settled on the bench next to him as he motioned to the waiter to bring him more bottles, before meeting your stern gaze. « what? » he asked, in a slightly mocking tone, « the party's just a small group. you, me and soju. »

rolling your eyes at his answer, you rested your back against the back of the seat, crossing your arms against your chest, while he busied himself pouring you both a drink. when he had finished, he handed you the little glass tumbler, tilting his head slightly to one side, giving him a very cute look, « drink with me? » — hesitating for a few seconds, you finally gave in to temptation, grabbing the glass before tapping it gently against his, finally letting the alcoholic liquid run down your throat. in the end, there was nothing wrong with spending an evening in his company, even if alcohol clearly controlled his actions.

you watched him for long minutes as he talked to you about everything and anything, spouting off sometimes incomprehensible words at record speed. he, who seemed so shy and reserved in the short time you'd seen him last, seemed to have shattered the glass shell that had previously surrounded him. it was another side of him that seemed to appeal to you, it was different and interesting, even if it was thanks to all the alcohol he'd ingested, a cheerful dongmin who put aside his sadness was suddenly a little more attractive. so you let him do whatever he wanted, watching him swallow glass after glass of soju as if it were lemonade, and the redness spread to the top of his cheeks, before invading his nose. resting your cheek against the palm of your hand, the latter holding it in place, you sometimes slipped a few chips into his mouth to put something other than alcohol in his stomach — you still had to prevent him from getting sick the next day, even if you could bet the headache would last all day.

as time passed, the night grew darker and darker and the bar's population became less frequent, leaving only a few people busy happily consuming around you, with a background of music that is more than pleasant. a gentle smile tugged at your lips as you mumbled the lyrics to the song that was playing, watching your friend play mechanically with the cork of one of the many empty bottles on the table. even though sleep crackled lightly in your eyes, you weren't about to leave him alone : at the very least, your mission was to make sure he got home in one piece at the end of the evening. « y/n.. » he said suddenly, an octave below his previous tone, drawing your attention and making you frown, « why did she give up on me? »

your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, unsure of what to say. his trembling voice seemed to be filled with bitterness and bad feelings — his cheerful alcohol was suddenly leaning towards a sad one. knowing that you couldn't find the words to comfort dongmin, you simply continued to watch him with compassionate, desolate eyes. a sigh left his lips as he placed his hands against his eyes, a sniffle denouncing a sob coming up, prompting you to place your hand against his shoulder. « you know.. » he started, even if his voice was camouflaged by his hands, you could clearly understand his words, « no matter how hard i try, i can't figure out what i did wrong to make her go away. »

it was strange to be able to feel someone's pain and sadness just by the way they spoke, by the tone used, by the crack of the voice, and the sob stifled in the back of the throat. even though dongmin tried to hold back the tears at the barrier of his eyes as much as possible, some of them managed to escape and slide down his cheeks to stain the blue of his t-shirt. you could hear him sniffling, trying to find the right words to express what he was feeling deep down, to be able to cry out his pain to the world and evacuate the remorse that crackled in his heart. breaking up with someone is never easy when you've sincerely loved them — you feel that all the feelings you have confided to this person, were in vain. dongmin pursed his lips for a few seconds, preventing them from trembling as he seemed to rub his eyes so hard it burned, but the touch of your warm fingers on his neck encouraged him to continue confiding in you.

he was terribly angry at himself for lying to you about a supposedly non-existent party, when the truth was that he simply didn't want to be alone tonight. he could very well have asked jaehyun or woonhak to stay with him, but the comfort they brought him was not the same as yours. in his head, the images of the other party played over and over again like an old broken record, the sight and sound of jieum introducing her new boyfriend echoed in every corner of his head like an evil curse. and ever since, he's been comparing what she had before with what she has now : he was no match for sungho. at first glance and from what he had learned since, sungho was tall, super handsome, broad-shouldered and sporty, very intelligent, mature and interested in many things. he was top of his class, helpful, cute.. in another terms, he was perfect. it was much more than dongmin had to offer. he can't help but think that way — but the sensation of your mouth against his was still perched on his lips, like a soft, sweet, comforting veil. that's what led him to believe that the comfort you brought him was different from that of his friends, something about you made his heart bleed less. it was inexplicable. he remembers the glimmer of hope that crackled in his fingertips when his gaze met yours after the fiasco of this party, which is probably also why he felt he could confide even the saddest details of his life.

« dongmin, you don't have to- » you began to say, speaking again after a long silence in which just the music and laughter of other dudes, far too loud, disturbed your peace and quiet, but dongmin spoke again, removing his hands from his face to pull on his sleeves like a child, « you know she told me she never really loved me? »

and at that precise moment, your heart clenched in your chest. you couldn't imagine the pain he must have felt at her words — especially when it was clear that, he, was really, really in love with her. a tear rolled down his cheek, and you hurried to wipe it away, using your sleeve to touch his skin and rid it of that drop of salty water. « i think i gave my all in that relationship, she really seemed to love me, i swear, » he continued, sniffling as he played mechanically with the edge of his sweatshirt, « but i guess i was just a pawn in her life. a distraction before she finds something better elsewhere. » a wobbly, almost mocking laugh escaped his lips before he raised his glass to his lips, finishing it in one gulp. your index finger glided along the back of dongmin's neck, tapping against his skin, simply to remind him that you were there, listening to him. « what a fucking idiot. i was so naive.. » a sigh left his lips before he stared at the ground, closing his eyes to contain more tears.

« don't be so hard on yourself, » you whispered, your fingers brushing the edge of his jaw, « you're the one who suffers most in this story. » — seeing that he didn't react to your words, you decided to simply admired him silently, your eyes tracing the curves of his face with a simple glance. how could a boy be so pretty when he was crying? you thought, looking at his cheekbones and especially the tip of his nose reddened by the tears that constantly threatened to roll down his cheeks. dongmin was already a member of the category of pretty boys you had met or seen in your life, but seeing how cute he was, even with such sadness in his eyes, made your little heart go crazy. you probably shouldn't say things like that, especially since he was so devastated and was confiding in you about his unhappiness, but you couldn't help yourself. the boy hadn't stopped occupying your thoughts for a few days, so to be able to see him again now made you a little happy — putting aside the reasons for his call.

« i really thought i could be loved, you know, just for who i am, » his voice was even more broken now, and even though you wanted to stop him from saying that kind of thing, you decided to remain silent, « but i guess i'm not good enough for that. »

but those were the most unjustified words you've ever heard : you may not have known him very well, as your meeting was quite recent, but for the little you did know, dongmin was anything but unloveable. so you couldn't let him say those things about himself, you had to change his mind, and you swore you'd succeed in changing his negative thoughts. no matter how long it takes. « yah, han dongmin, » you say suddenly, drawing his attention, his teary eyes settling on your face, « get these stupid ideas out of your head. »

your hands settled on his cheeks, the feel of your cold fingers against his skin making his heart race. using your thumbs, you grazed his cheekbones to chase away the almost dry tears that had managed to escape his pretty hazelnut eyes. your pupils juggled from one eye to the other, letting a small, sincere smile cling to your mouth. « if she's not capable of loving you, you'll find someone else who will, okay? » you almost whispered, but loud enough for him to hear your words despite the loud music and bursts of laughter. dongmin couldn't control the tears that mingled with your fingers on his cheeks, trying not to burst into tears at the mere thought that jieum really didn't have a single sincere feeling towards him. « you're not a lost cause, and you're worth loving, » you added, caressing his skin tenderly, and only god knows how grateful he was to the alcohol for turning his face red, so you wouldn't notice the shyness crackling on his cheeks, « believe me, your heart will eventually erase jieum to accept someone else's love. »

see. this is the kind of comfort dongmin was thinking of : the kind that warms your heart until it burns, the kind that creates whirlwinds in your stomach, the kind that blurs your thoughts. that's the kind of comfort you were able to give him, far more effective than that of even his closest friends. the boy in front of you nibbled lightly on his lower lip, while you busied yourself chasing away the tears escaping from his eyes — and the urge to place a kiss on the tip of his reddened nose was growing stronger and stronger. but he decided to act before you did, letting his body fall heavily against yours, camouflaging himself in your arms like a child eager for warmth. you could feel his whole body trembling as your fingers came to wrap around his waist, holding him against you, as his forehead rested against the warmth of your neck. he didn't say a word, and you didn't dare make a sound, preferring simply to hold him against your heart until he feels better and this bubble of sadness finally deigns to leave him in peace.

so you laid your cheek against the top of his head, your fingers dancing mechanically along his spine, music lulling your alcohol-fogged thoughts. well.. especially him. you didn't dare imagine how much this soju consumption would cost him, observing the number of dead bottles on the edge of the table. you just sincerely hoped that drinking wouldn't become a habit — you were going to keep an eye on him for the next few weeks to make sure about it. moving your fingers up to the nape of his neck, you felt his body get heavier, and slower breathing.. did he fell asleep? tilting your head slightly, you finally caught sight of his closed eyes and slightly open mouth, alcohol having taken its toll on his fatigue levels.

« eh, han dongmin.. » you said, gently shaking his arm so as not to rouse him, but even after several attempts, the poor exhausted boy remained completely asleep. a long annoyed sigh left your lips — you certainly didn't need to deal with a drunken young adult at the end of the evening. but you definitely couldn't leave him there. first of all, it wasn't your style, and on top of that, you didn't want anything bad to happen to him. he'd already had a bad enough night to have to deal with waking up in a bar the next day. looking around, you wondered how you were going to get him home. you didn't know his address, you didn't have a car, and you definitely couldn't carry him through all the streets of seoul. maybe you could contact one of his friends to come and pick him up? it seemed to be the best solution. but in order to do that, you needed to find his phone first, so you could find that someone's number. diverting your gaze to your table, you found dongmin's phone resting on a paper napkin, and as you moved, trying as best you could not to wake him, you caught his cell phone between your fingers, before putting a victorious smile on your face, « got it..! »

pressing the button to unlock it, you inevitably came face to face with the face id — of course, he had to protect his phone's data like everyone else. biting your lip and pretending to think, a brilliant idea occurred to you. turning the screen on again, you placed it in front of dongmin's face, hoping very, very hard that it would unlock despite his closed eyes and lack of vitality. « please.. » you whispered, squinting your eyes until a victorious little scream escaped your mouth at the sight of his home screen. it was a little worrying that it was so easy, but it did work. good for you. opening the message application, you glanced over the conversations to find one of the people he talked to the most, and just as you were about to press a certain jaehyun, your eyes fell on a more than interesting name.

“ girlfriend ”

titling your head slightly to the side, you mentally kicked yourself for wanting so badly to find out who was behind the name. was it jieum? was it someone else? but if he already had a girlfriend, why did he hire you as one last time? pursing your lips in hesitation, you finally clicked into the conversation, and what you discovered caused your heart to miss a beat.

the sight of your recently exchanged messages flashed before your eyes. so it was you? but, why did he name you like that? you didn't understand why he simply didn't write your name, as you did. maybe it was just so no one would suspect a certain fake relationship. or maybe he did it before he knew your name. which seemed unlikely, in reality. the phone finally locked in your fingers, under your question-filled eyes, and even though you seemed genuinely shaken by this discovery, you still had to find a way to get dongmin out of that bar.

as you seemed deep lost in thought, the boy in your arms moved slightly, his arms clinging to you like a baby koala to its mother. his face camouflaging itself a little more in your neck, his breathing now tickling your sensitive skin, sending a shiver down your spine and drawing your attention. your pupils settled on his face, which you caught a glimpse of the shadow of his eyelashes marrying the apple of his cheeks — even marked by the sadness that seemed to consume him from within, dongmin remained a boy so cute he made your heart flutter. brushing his cheek with your fingertips, a light sigh left your lips, « or shall i take you home with me? »

bringing your phone to your ear, you gave your address to the cab driver, who told you he'd be there in a few minutes. nodding to the waiter, you kindly asked him if you could pay the bill, and if he would be so kind as to help you escort dongmin to the extension — which he did, offering you the prettiest of smiles, but you seemed far too preoccupied with something to notice. dongmin seemed slightly less sleepy as the cold outside tickled the tip of his nose, but that didn't stop him from camouflaging himself in your arms again, his face once more wrapped in the collar of your jacket and your neck. « what do we do? » he managed to articulate, his hands clutching at the fabric of your coat as you looked down the road for the cab that was due to arrive any second, « we're going home. » you answered simply, while he just nodded, without protest or questions.

once the car ride was over, when you thought he was going to throw up all the alcohol he'd consumed on the back seats, you made him walk with difficulty to your building. as he mumbled through his teeth, his eyes struggling to stay open, you pressed the elevator buttons and waited patiently for it to reach your floor. « i'm sleepy.. » he whispered, once again letting all his weight fall into your arms. holding him upright with as much force as possible, you swiveled your head to face his, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek in the process. « we're almost there, can you make one last effort, please? » your voice sounded much more pleading than you'd intended, but you could swear your arms would eventually give out if you had to keep carrying him to your living room.

so he complied, nodding positively at your tone of voice, not without leaning against one of your shoulders to avoid collapsing on the ground. dongmin knew he'd probably forget some of the details of this long evening, but he promised himself he wouldn't forget to apologize to you for the embarrassment he'd caused. he'd probably feel ashamed for having let himself go so much during the night, especially right now — but the dark-haired boy told himself that it was so easy to talk to you, that blurting out what was in his mind and in his heart lately, wasn't such a big mistake. in general, he wasn't the type to confide in others, preferring to play it cool, but with you, everything seemed different, as if he entered a different world every time you were around. was he going crazy? probably. but it was nothing as long as he could meet you in his madness.

the sound of your key in the lock woke him from his thoughts, as he advanced like a robot controlled by your hands in this room that was totally unfamiliar to him. he couldn't express the joy he felt when his body came into contact with something soft, warm, while your hands were busy taking off his jacket, still cold from the outside air. placing his belongings on the coffee table, you helped him to lie down properly on your sofa. without further ado, dongmin fell asleep almost instantly, by the time you had run back and forth between your bedroom and the living room to bring him a warm blanket. unfolding the latter, you placed it gently on him, covering his whole body so he wouldn't catch cold. you quickly poured him a glass of water and left some headache pills on the table, convinced that the day after that evening was not going to be kind to him.

crouching down beside him, you watched dongmin's sleeping face for a few seconds, tucking a lock of his dark hair neatly back against his forehead. he looked so peaceful : probably thinking of nothing but sleep, leaving aside all his bad thoughts from his daily life. something inside you was forming, as your heart became attached to this new person in your life. dongmin, who was supposed to be just an employer, now seemed to be moving into a much more important category. the one your heart particularly loved to control. it might be hard to believe, even a little crazy, but you felt closer to him than to some of your friends at the moment.

gently caressing his cheek with the back of your hand, a sweet smile clung to your lips. « so much pain for someone so young.. » you whispered, almost like an inaudible sigh, thinking back to all the devastating sadness you'd seen in him tonight. he really looked broken, destroyed because of what jieum had done to him, when he seemed to have done nothing but love her during those long months. life was sometimes cruel even to the most beautiful people in this world — so all you could do was try to pick up the pieces of his heart, one by one. and that would take as long as it took to mend. but you swear to restore dongmin's ability to feel loved.

« you deserve to be happy, han dongmin. good night. »

and with one last kiss on his forehead, you let the pretty boy occupy your couch for one night.

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Man of her Dreams

Emma had been having strange dreams lately. At first they started as vague feelings that she would forget in the morning. But Emma could tell that they were wet dreams, as she would always wake up horny after having one. She would simply masturabate then go back to bed like normal.

But as the nights went on, her dreams became stronger and stronger until Emma couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore. It was only then that Emma realized there was someone else present in her dreams too. There was a man who had been there since the wet dreams began. Once Emma could interact with him in her dreams, they were free to fuck like wild freaks. She would submit herself to him as he claimed her territory over her body. He was dominant, and she loved him.

But no matter how much they fucked, it was always just a dream. By the time the morning sun came, Emma woke up horny and sexually frustrated, realizing it was all just a dream. But that didn't stop Emma from looking forward to seeing the man of her dreams again the next night.

Then, one night before they could fuck in her dream again, the man stopped mid-makeout and grabbed Emma.

He held her close, and whispered into her ear:

My love, I'm so tired of meeting you like this. I want to touch you, with a real body! You need to bring me to life. Listen closely...

Emma listened closely as the man told her how to bring him to life. She would need to brew a magical potion, then she would need to trick someone into drinking it. Only then could the man come to life outside of her dreams.

The man also had one other naughty request, and Emma smiled as she thought about it. She laid in her bed, motivated and ready to execute the plan. And as she scrolled through her social media feeds that morning, she found the perfect target to use the potion on. Stacy Williams, a nobody from her old high school. Someone that nobody would notice if she miraculously disappeared.

With that thought in mind, Emma kicked the plan into phase one and called her old high school friend to invite her to "catch up again after so many years."

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...Stacy had gotten a phone call from an unknown number one random day in February. She was working a double shift when the call came in, so she wasn't able to answer. The caller had left a voicemail, and once Stacy got home from work, she listened to the voice recording.

Hey girlie! You might not remember me, but it's Emma from high school! We used to have PE together. I got your number through MyBook. I know this is totally out of the blue but would you be down to hang out with me, Karla, and Skye? They went to high school with us too! I know you're still in town, just like us, so I figured it might be fun to meet up for a casual lunch or something. Just call me back and let me know, ok? Bye!

Stacy wasn't sure what to make of the voicemail. She vaguely remembered Emma's voice, though quite frankly, she wouldn't have remembered any of them if it weren't for her yearbook. Stacy didn't really have an opinion of them. She might worked with some of them for a class project once or twice, but beyond that, Stacy didn't know them.

Stacy continued about her day while she thought about Emma's offer to meet up. The whole proposal just seemed awfully weird to her. But after weighing her options carefully, Stacy realized she wasn't opposed to the idea of catching up on old times with familiar faces. Best case scenario, she'd have a new friend or two she could talk to whenever she was bored. Worst case scenario, she'd get a free lunch and some people to block on MyBook.

In the end, Stacy called back Emma and agreed to meet up. The plan was to meet up at Emma's apartment for brunch. On the day of, Stacy got dressed up in a top and jeans and drove over to Emma's. As she walked up the doorsteps to Emma's apartment, she saw another woman waiting at the front door. Stacy recognized her; her name was Skye and she was wearing a tight dress that complimented her hourglass figure. Suddenly, Stacy felt the need to turn around and leave, but it was too late. Skye heard Stacy walking up, turned to face her, and lit up when she saw her.

"Well if it isn't good ole Stacy Williams, how the fuck are ya!?"

"Um, I'm fine. How are you?"

Stacy held out her hand for a handshake, but Skye went in for a hug instead. It caught Stacy off guard and she reluctantly gave in.

"Aww, aren't you two the sweetest? Already getting along and shit," Emma had opened the door while Skye was still hugging Stacy. "Come on inside, it's too cold to be out right now."

Emma held open the door. Stacy followed Skye inside the quaint apartment. Karla was already inside sitting at the table. She was dressed up as if she was going out to a night club too. Stacy could feel her face get warm as she wondered to herself if she underdressed for the occasion.

All four women took their seat at the table. Emma brought out finger sandwiches and mimosas for everyone. Stacy helped herself to the food while the girls started talking. At first their conversation started with just work gossip, but then they started talking about recent group activities. It forced Stacy into silence as she wasn't able to contribute to the conversation. The more Stacy listened, the more obvious it was that they all already knew each other. They weren't subtle about it either. While Stacy quietly sipped her mimosa, the rest of the women were laughing boisterously, having seemingly forgotten Stacy was even in their presence.

Some time had passed. While Stacy had finished her third mimosa, the rest of the women were still fully engaged in their conversation. After Stacy finished eating one last sandwich, she decided to excuse herself from the brunch. But as soon as Stacy tried to stand up, she felt herself getting light headed. She stumbled, and used the table to catch herself before falling the ground. The girls stopped their conversation to help her.

"Woah woah, are you okay?" Emma asked.

"Yeah... I'm fine... Just a little dizzy..." Stacy answered.

"Let's take her to the couch, give her more space to breathe," Karla commanded. She and Skye then helped Stacy over to the couch. Stacy's limbs felt numb and she struggled to walk, even with their support. But as she was led to the couch, Stacy couldn't help but notice that although everyone had a mimosa to their plate, Stacy was the only one to actually drink the cocktail.

Stacy sunk into the couch's cushions. Emma was opening the windows, Skye was getting water, and Karla was holding Stacy's hand for moral support. Stacy felt herself getting warmer and warmer. She tried looking around her surroundings. The room started spinning, and her vision became blurred. She could hear the other women talking to her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying anymore. Her breathing became quicker too. All of her symptoms grew in intensity until she eventually passed out on the couch.

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The three women exchanged looks between themselves and the passed out Stacy. After a moment of silence, sinister smiles began to spread across their faces. They all looked at each other knowingly. Then, Skye broke the silence.

"I can't believe we actually just pulled that shit off!" Skye said excitedly.

"You're telling me... I can't believe she didn't notice none of us were actually drinking those things. Now, where's this sex god of a man you promised?" Karla asked impatiently.

"Patience, sis, it'll probably take a minute or two for the magic to kick in after passing out." Emma clarified. She looked over Stacy's body, then her eyes grew wide. "Speak of the devil, here comes the transformation now!"

The three women stepped away from the couch as Stacy's body begin to twitch and spasm. She was tossing and turning on the couch as though she were suffering from a nightmare. Stacy was groaning as her body contorted. There was a creaking noise, then Stacy's body began to stretch and grow. She had drunk three glasses full of spiked orange juice, and the magical effects were kicking in all at once.

Mass was added onto her body, causing her slim, womanly figure to balloon into a more masculine torso. As her muscles grew in size, her clothes became too tight and ripped, leaving her transforming body exposed. Her already shoulder length shortened to a mullet. The barely noticeable stubble she had on her face grew in to a full goatee with a goatee. Soon enough, Stacy had transformed into a burly man.

All of the bodily sensations Stacy went through woke her up from her stupor. She looked down at her new body with a face of confusion. She flexed her new biceps, the newfound muscle swelling up.

The three women cheered as they saw Stacy's transformation as it happened. Emma in particular was overjoyed to see the man of her dreams living and breathing in the flesh right in front of her.

"Well, girls? What did I tell y'all?" Emma was proud of her handiwork. Though her pride was short lived, as Karla tapped her on the shoulder. "Hm? What is it?"

"Look down there." Karla pointed at Stacy's groin. The transformation remained incomplete. Although the rest of Stacy's body turning into a man, she still had her vagina.

"Bro, what the fuck!? I thought you said he was hung like a horse!!" Skye yelled in a shrill voice. Her shriek caught Stacy's attention.

"Who's supposed to be hung!? Who am I!? What did you guys do to me!!" Stacy cried out with her original voice. The women were taken back at the sound of Stacy's voice remaining unchanged.

"That's weird... She's still herself... I guess the magic missed her vagina, voice, and her mind." Emma tapped her foot as she pondered what could've gone wrong with the transformation. She hated that Stacy's mind was still intact despite her body no longer belonging to her. She would have to troubleshoot it herself. Emma then straightened her posture and began to walk towards Stacy.

"Well, nothing a little manual labor can't fix." She walked up to Stacy then pushed her down onto the couch, forcing her to lay down. "Come on, ladies, won't you give me a hand with him?"

Stacy watched as she saw the three women exchange knowing looks with one another. Her nerves grew when Emma used her hands to hold her down by the thighs.

"Hey! What are you-"

Stacy was cut off sentence as Emma began going down on her.

"Nrgh... Wh-what are- Stop! I don't- Like women!!"

Emma ignored Stacy's outbursts and continued giving her oral. But the way Emma pleasured Stacy's pussy wasn't the way someone usually would. Instead, she licked until Stacy's clit grew erect. Then, Emma ignored the rest of the vagina and focused solely on the erect clit. Emma sucked on it as though it were a dick, going up and down on it at a fierce pace.

Stacy felt a pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced. Stacy wanted Emma to stop, but at the same time, she couldn't deny that she was having the best time of her life. She was getting a blowjob, just like a man would! Soon her clitoris grew as Emma sucked on it. Her vaginal lips disappeared, leaving two hairy balls heavy with cum in their place. The head of the clit grew out into a proper dick head. Emma noticed it took more effort to suck Stacy off as a veiny 7 inch dick formed, but she gladly met the challenge and deep throated it with ease.

Stacy thought that would be the end of it, but then Skye and Karla joined in too. Skye made out with Stacy while Karla sucked on her massive pecs. Stacy's nipples may had shrunk in size, but they were sensitive to the touch. The warm, wet feel of Karla's mouth sent Stacy into a spiral of amazing feelings.

The three women continued pleasuring the new male body like this for a long while. At first, it was just Stacy receiving all the pleasure. But that soon changed the longer they kept at it. Thanks to the body stimulation the three women gave her, Stacy was no longer Stacy for she had fully transformed into Steven- the sex god of Emma's dreams.

"You like that, babe?" Emma asked in between breathes.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Steven answered in a new baritone voice. "The chicks you brought are hot as fuck too, I knew you wouldn't disappoint." Steven bent down and tongue kissed Emma. "Now keep suckin'."

The three women followed Steven's command. Steven pulled Skye in closer and stuck his tongue inside her mouth. With his free hand, he pushed Emma down on his dick and held her there for as long as she could. They were all moaning like crazy, until Steven got up from the couch. The women were confused, but then they pieced together what was going on as Steven positioned Emma to lay down. He got down on his knees, opened her legs, and proceeded to go down on her.

"Oh fuck...!! Yeah just like that! I've been a bad girl... Fuck me harder!!" Emma moaned.

The roles were flipped after the transformation. Now, instead of the three women using Steven for their pleasure, it was Steven using them for his pleasure. He had no problem asserting his new masculine sexuality over the three women.

And they loved every single moment of it! Emma had delivered on the promise she made to Skye and Karla that they'd have the time of their lives if they helped her bring him to life. Steven had them in rotation between one woman getting fucked hard, one woman getting her tits sucked, and one woman getting her pussy fingered by Steven's godly hands. An hour had passed since Steven took over Stacy's mind and body, and they had all been fucking since. Between one dick loaded with cum and three pussies ready to squirt, they were all covered in a massive quantity of bodily fluids. Wet and sticky after getting drenched with a mixture of men's cum and women's cum, they all gazed at each other as they caught their breath after a long, hard fuck. Emma was the first to break the silence this time.

"Who are you?" she asked the man. He smirked before answering.

"Steven fucking Williams, the one and only!" he flexed his guns while answering too.

Skye squealed when she heard his answer while Emma sighed a breathe of relief. Although they needed to step in to finish the job, they had successfully brought a figment of Emma's imagination. Now they had a man who was more than happy to fulfill their greatest sexual desires.

The three women took a picture with their new boy toy to celebrate the occasion. It was truly the start of a beautiful relationship of never ending horniness between Emma and Steven, and along with Skye and Karla whenever they were in need of a few extra holes too.

#female to male tf #female to male #gender change #sexuality change #permanent change #deception #cocky

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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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baxter finding out the mc he dated owns n runs an ice cream truck now 🥺

Oooof, this one got me lol, thank you!

If there was one thing that Baxter kept to himself -- he kept most everything to himself, but this he held especially close to the vest -- it was his penchant for nostalgia.

It was odd, and he couldn't entirely explain it, but he found joy sometimes in going back to places and things that he'd once loved, in experiencing something that had once meant a great deal to him over and over. If not joy, then a certain sort of comfort.

It showed him that he'd once shared something with other people. That he'd once been happy. That it was possible.

That's why, when he was feeling his most melancholy, he found himself out in the suburbs, on the hunt for the ice cream truck.

There was a whole ritual to it. He had to track it down, then stop it, then look at the old beaten up sign -- the signs on ice cream trucks were always beaten up, he'd noticed -- and pick which treat he'd like to have. All the while, even though he was always alone, thinking back to that one summer five years ago when he'd had friends.

When he'd had you.

One evening he got the urge to treat himself to this particular bit of nostalgia, but when he went down all the normal streets, he couldn't find the truck. He circled back a few times, rolled down his windows to listen for the tell-tale music, but there was nothing.

He almost called it a night when he saw it: a truck. But a new one. Not only new to him, but actually new. The white paint was crisp and fresh, and from what he could see, the sign was pristine.

He parked, then started walking.

The truck slowed, then stopped, and he jogged to close the distance. He moved to the side, ready for the familiar transaction, then stopped.

Because there, high up in the truck, looking down at him with the same amount of surprise, was you.

You looked at each other in silence for what felt like a long time, neither sure what to say or do. Baxter was weighing his options, considering if leaving or staying would hurt less, when you made the first move.

"I don't have any creepy little girl popsicles, but I can probably find something you like," you said with a smile.

He laughed, genuinely, for the first time in a long time. Still smiling, you tuned around to go to your freezer.

"Do you want the usual, or are you over the black and white thing entirely?"

"Not entirely, no," he said, smoothing out the jacket of his maroon suit. "The usual would be wonderful, thank you."

You turned back to him with an ice cream sandwich, moving to grab a fistful of napkins before he could ask. In turn, he moved to hand you a few dollars, but you waved it away.

"My treat," you told him.

"No, I do believe it is mine."

He'd made you so sad when he left like he did after your summer together -- you'd known he was leaving, you were fine that he didn't want a long distance relationship, that wasn't what hurt. What hurt was that he hadn't thought he was worth the trouble of keeping in contact with. That he thought some phone calls or texts, maybe a visit if you ever found yourself in the same area, was too much trouble.

But there he was, not the same monochromatic boy you'd known back then, but it was still him. So instead of bringing up the past, you decided to see if you could start something new. If nothing else, then at least just a nice encounter at an ice cream truck.

Baxter tried for a bit with the money, moving his hand around the window of your truck, but you kept swatting him away. Soon you were both laughing, and he boldly grabbed your wrist with his free hand and slid the money into your palm. He leaned back, smirking like he'd won, then you leaned forward and tucked the bills in the front pocket of his jacket.

It was still easy, being with him.

He finally gave up, at least for the moment, in trying to pay you for the ice cream. He took it from you, along with the napkins, carefully unwrapped it and then took a bite. He stayed put.

There were a million questions you could have asked each other, but he went first.

"So, an ice cream truck?"

You leaned over the counter on your elbows and told him all about it -- about how you'd spent a few years working with a company that paid well enough, but you weren't happy, so you decided to go into business for yourself. You'd done research on your options, trying to figure out what would be the best fit, and Cove, probably hungry at the time, had mentioned that a lot of people were opening food trucks. From there, "ice cream truck" was a pretty easy leap.

"I don't know if I want to do it forever," you admitted, "but it's fun for now."

"I see," he said. He'd finished his treat and carefully folded up the wrapper, then folded that inside a napkin. Before he could ask, you leaned down and took the little bundle from him so you could throw it away.

"Fun for now can be nice," he said with another smirk.

A lot had changed in five years. Both of you had grown, had new experiences, you were both in vastly different places in your lives than you had been back then. But one thing that hadn't changed, you could tell then, was that Baxter was a shameless flirt when he wanted to be.

"It can," you agreed, trying out a smirk of your own.

#our life beginnings and always #our life #olba #baxter ward #olba baxter #our life baxter #baxter x reader #baxter x mc #baxter x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x ice cream truck

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cosmiethe · 9 months

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#6J2823W ❞ HOLOGRAPHIC SUIT.

── ౨ৎ ‧˚ ft. miguel o'hara/spider person!reader

synopsis: you find out that miguel's suit isn't exactly a suit.

・⸝⸝ oneshot, crack, swearing, pre-gwen arrival, mentions of nudity, spider suits (spandex gang), wedgies, google translate: spanish (feel free to correct me), gender neutral, no use of y/n

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"Don't any of you guys wonder why Miguel has a permanent spandex wedgie between his ass cheeks?" You thought out loud causing a nearby Spider-Man to choke on their Miguel-themed burger. Maybe you should think before speaking in the cafeteria.

Pavitr gave a weird look, "no? I thought we all had that problem."

"Not me," Peter B spoke up from beside you, mouth stuffed full of fries. "I have those silicone things from Mj's yoga pants and put them in my onesie."

Pavitr looks to Peter astonished as if amazed by the idea then doubting the next, "wait a minute, if you don't get that problem, does that mean you're not wearing any underwear underneath all that?" He eyes Peter suspiciously.

You snicker.

"I- well, what about you Pav? Haven't seen you with one and I've been here a long time. Is it cuz' of the skirt thing?" Peter asks, attempting to direct Pavitr's attention elsewhere.

And it works.

"It's called a dhoti," Pavitr corrects, gesturing to the bottom part of his suit. "I wear it over my spandex. Doesn't prevent the wedgies, I still get them. But at the very least, no one can see them, right?"

As you continue chatting, your phone vibrates from the pocket of your right pant leg. You pull it out and a snort escapes you as your eyes dance over the bright bold letters on your screen. It was an alarm reminding you that it was time to feed Miguel.

As admirable Miguel was for dedicating a lot of his time to protecting the multiverse—he often forgets to take care of himself in the process.

Tucking your phone back in place, you then grab Peter by the collar of his robe dragging him to stand up with you.

"Moody scientist?" Peter turns to you using the code name you both had for Miguel.

"Moody scientist." You confirm, watching as he then webs a few empanadas in his direction, hauling 5 boxes in his arms.

"Think that's enough?" Peter asks you.

You pause for a moment as you weigh your options.

Aw, what the hell, another wouldn't hurt. You think as you sling another pastry into Peter’s mountain.

"C'mon Pav, you too."

Startled by your sudden appearance behind him, pulling at his arm—Pavitr squabbles to gather the rest of his lunch in his container. "My aunt Maya made me this–" he protested, "don't make me drop it!"

"So back to Miguel..." You start on your way to his office.

Peter frowns, "remind me again why we're talking about my best friend's ass?"

"Because Peter," you start, fiddling with the tupperware Pavitr made you carry. "If Mr. Arachno-Humanoid-Polymultiverse can create a multiverse-hopping watch–"

"You actually remembered all that?"

"–Then surely he has the brains to invent some sort of anti-wedgie suit." You finish, pointing your thumb to Miguel's office.

"Why couldn't he name it something simpler? Easier at least?" Peter exasperated as you all stop at Miguel's door.

"It's Miguel," you sigh. "And we're nerds. He's just an even bigger one."

Just as you were going to knock—a familiar voice calls out to you cheerily.

"Jess!" Peter greets her.

"Now what are you three up to?" Placing a hand on her hip she adds teasingly, "something good and not bad I'm hoping."

"Just here to feed the big guy." Pavitr assures, pointing to Peter's stack of tiny boxes filled with delicious pastry.

Jessica whistles, "that's– a lot. You sure he gon' be able to finish all that?"

You've watched Miguel scarf down an entire table of food once before. This is nothing. "Yeah, pretty sure." You answer, pushing the doors open.

"Miguel! Buddy!" Peter immediately steps in, the three of you following behind.

"I thought I told you to knock." Miguel's voice booms from his very—you think, unnecessarily high platform.

Peter shot you an accusing look.

"What? I- oops?" You shrugged. Miguel shakes his head, "why are you all here? I only remembered calling Jess here. Not you three. Especially you." He points to Peter.

Peter pouts. "That's a bit harsh, don't you think Miggy? We brought you lunch! They're your favourite," he sing-songs, launching himself on the platform, leaving you, Pavitr, and Jessica below.

You watch Peter pester at Miguel who in turn sighs at him turning his back, giving you a view of his–

"The more I look at it, the more it doesn't look like a wedgie." Whispering to Pavitr and Jessica, you continue. "It's like he spray painted it blue and decided he was good to go."

Jessica splutters, "excuse me?"

Ignoring her comment, Pavitr moved to stand next to you—tilting his head to get a better look. "No wait, I can see it too."

"I don't even wanna know." Is all she says, walking away from you two and your shenanigans.

"Hey, guys!" The little hologram appears, smiling at you both.

"Nice to see you too, LYLA." You smile back.

LYLA served as Miguel's assistant. An acronym of LYrate Lifeform Approximation. From what you hear, she was a gift to Miguel by his younger brother. Her AI was perfect and advanced. So advanced that she can form her own opinions and thoughts.

"So? What's the topic?" She sat on your shoulder, kicking her legs.

Of course, with it, came an attitude. LYLA loved to annoy Miguel—something she picked up from her creator. Like his brother, she constantly poked at his buttons. Miguel felt like instead of gaining an assistant, someone who is supposed to help and lessen his load, he gained a sister instead. A really annoying sister.

Pavitr answers her. "Miguel, not so surprisingly."

"Oh?" she hummed. "Did he make the interns cry again?"

You chuckled. "No, we were just curious about his suit."

Interested, LYLA pried further. "What about it?"

"It doesn't look like one." You state bluntly. "Yeah!" Pavitr pipes up, "it's like he had the whole thing printed onto his body!"

Hearing this, she grins mischievously. "Actually, you're not far off." Miguel had told her not to share any confidential information with any of the spiders unless he told her otherwise.

But never said anything about keeping his suit details confidential.

Oh, this was going to be so much fun. "It's a projection."

"Like you?" Pavitr peered at LYLA. "Like me," she replied.

You thought, and thought, until eventually...

"He's naked?"

Peter and Miguel had come down the platform at some point, in time to see the wide-eyed expression on your face.

Before either of them could get a word out to ask you what was wrong, you screeched. "YOU'RE NAKED!"

Pavitr gasps, "IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW!"

LYLA bursts out laughing, glitching over to Miguel, where he immediately demands what she told them. So, she responded.

"Nothing much, just told them your suit's just a projection. No big deal."

"Dios mío," Miguel groaned. "No big deal? I told you specifically not to–" [My god.]

"–To share confidential info, yes I know. Not a single canon event outta the bag. All I did was tell them about your suit," she dismissed him. "Did you know that Miguel can fly?"

Now it was Peter's turn to gasp, "YOU CAN FLY?"

"Todos ustedes son idiotas." [You are all idiots.]

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Boss, we got an anomaly," LYLA called. "Earth-65, Vulture variant."

Miguel grunted, "I'll handle it." Tinkering with the gizmo on his wrist—a portal opens seconds later. "Jess," he stressed. "You're in charge."

Amongst the chatter of Pavitr and Peter, Miguel manages to hear your comment. "If his suit's just pixels, I'm ninety-nine percent sure he's naked underneath that." LYLA, he can hear clearly—snorts. "He is."

Blushing furiously under his mask, he jumped. Miguel couldn’t tell what was worse. Peter and some teenager who was friends with Hobie, a Spider-Man he greatly disliked, discovering the odd mechanics of his suit—or that you, the Spider he’s harboring feelings for, did.

Credits: [divider/s] @/benkeibear, [editor/beta reader] @/nastygyal, [co-writer] @/y.0.me

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where-dreamers-go · 5 days

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hi!!! I’m obsessed with your connor writings ♡ so I was thinking if its okay if I request some hurt/comfort with connor and fem!reader who has kinda low opinion (both looks and personality) on herself and always put other people first and rarely think about her own comfort and feelings :( this is very self-indulgent so I’m sorry for that and you’re absolutely free to ignore this! thank you and have an amazing day <33

“Understand” Rk800 Connor x Reader

(A/N: Thank you for your request! It’s self-indulgent for us both, then. Caring for oneself takes work sometimes, lots of practice. But Connor is here!!! Warnings: minor angst, use of (Y/N) for your name Word Count: 721 words)

Weekends were looked forward to by many. The end of the work week for some people. Also a day to visit others to a number of people.

Late into the afternoon, you had finished your visits and social obligations for the day.

Not yet home, you sat outside on a city bench. The day’s activities weighing you down. Muscles in your arms and even your face tried to relax. You hoped a bit of fresh air could help.

For the first time in over five hours, you had time for yourself. Quiet and stillness in your personal space. Nothing left for you to do for other. Hopefully, for the rest of the day if you were lucky.

In your mind, your thoughts zipped between one past conversation to another and any action weaved throughout. However loud, you knew eventually you would work through the thoughts and memories until you could return to your regular streams of thoughts. You just needed some time.

You exhaled slowly.

I really don’t want them to call me later, you thought as you watched some birds squawk at one another. They talked…the whole time.

A light breeze tickled your skin, but you didn’t mind nor move. It was nature not a family member ‘asking’ you to do something.

“(Y/N)?”

With a mild startle, you turned to see your friend, Connor, standing with his LED spinning yellow.

“Connor? Hi, what are yo— OH!”

I completely forgot.

“Are you all right?” Connor asked. “We were supposed to meet an hour ago.”

“I’m so sorry. I completely forgot. I was with my family and being around them,” you took a breath, “it’s hard to think straight.”

“It’s all right,” Connor said more calmly than his words a few moments ago. “How long have you been sitting here?”

“Don’t know.” You huffed.

At that, Connor joined you on the bench.

“It’s just…been a day. I’m tired.”

“You visited some family today. Was it a party?”

“No,” you stretched your neck and added, “I ended up helping with the TV, phone settings, a laundry issue, and rearranging furniture. Multiple times. It was… They just kind of decided on it since I was there too. And I helped.”

“You moved furniture? (Y/N), you had put in a full week of work.”

“I know.” You couldn’t look at your friend. “I just did it. They needed help.”

“Weren’t other people there? You didn’t have to do everything.”

You nodded.

“Did you want to do all of those tasks?”

“No, but that doesn’t really matter.”

“Why not?”

“Because they needed those things done.”

Connor placed his hand on your shoulder, offering a type of warmth you had been neglected for a while. A gesture you denied yourself and he knew. Of course Connor knew.

He needs to understand that’s just how it is, you thought. They tell you to do something or ask whatever and you do it. That’s it. Either you do it or you can’t.

“It’s not a choice, Connor. If I didn’t help them, wouldn’t that make me lazy or rude? I’d never hear the end of it. And…they needed help.”

You looked over to your friend. Brown eyes stared back at you.

“(Y/N), it’s not wrong to step aside to allow other people to help. You don’t have to do everything for others. In fact, it’s impossible for you to always help someone especially if you’re uncomfortable or are not well.”

“But…”

He shook his head, a sad expression on his charming face. “No. I’ve all ready seen you overwork yourself. It isn’t healthy. You know, don’t you?”

Shoulders slumping, you leaned into your friend.

“I’m tired.”

Connor wrapped his arm around you and let you rest into his side. “You don’t have to do anything right now. We can sit here for as long as you want.”

Pressing your lips in a thin line, you suppressed the tears trying to escape. Too tired to discuss how right Connor was and too grateful to have Connor as a caring friend.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you practice taking your own needs first, when appropriate, please?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask. You can be happy too.”

Smiling, you wrapped your arms around Connor’s middle and took the first step in thinking about your own comfort.

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formula-fun · 8 months

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I just wanted to come by and say I absolutely loveee your writing, especially the relationships between the characters💕 Now, idk if it's a spoiler, feel free to not respond, but i loved Charles and Pierre's friendship and now I'm really surprised how much I ship Pierre and Yuki and how wholesome Charles and Yuki's interactions are. I was wondering if you have given any thoughts abt P/Y future and maybe how they/Charles might react to them being pregnant/having a baby?

(2) Also, not to be annoying lol, but do the pack get to know at some point abt Charles and Max's baby? 👀👀👀👀 they're all such a mess of emotions, I imagine how would that go

Hi! Thanks so much, that's so sweet <3 I put it under a read more because it's really long, sorry!!

First off so glad you like the vibes because I knew the pack dynamic was a little unusual, but I've kind of had fun writing it! Charles and Pierre are what would traditionally be the 'pack leaders' except they're romantically not compatible, and while they both are in relationships with other people those other people aren't really in the pack per se--Yuki is friends with everyone but he didn't grow up with them, so while he ends up being close with them over the years he still has another pack back home. But he and Charles are still bros and they have a good influence on each other since Charles helps Yuki feel more included, Yuki helps Charles feel less isolated about his secondary gender, and they can both bitch about Pierre together <33

I haven't thought about Yuki and Pierre having kids a lot to be honest but I know irl they both want them, so they'd probably have them somewhere down the line! In my head Yuki is really casual about everything even when he's freaking out about it (he asked Pierre to be his mate over breakfast while on his phone and didn't so much ask him as just say "I think we should be mates" and then had the audacity to look startled when Pierre choked on his smoothie), so I think one day after they've both retired from racing he would tell him he thinks it's time for them to have kids and he's ready to come off birth control. To which Pierre again chokes on his smoothie.

Max and Charles have a good number of brain cells between them but all of them are devoted to motor racing, which is not the case with Yuki and Pierre whatsoever, so everything they do is planned. Pierre is much more insane about it. Yuki has finally opened his restaurant in his retirement, and he's happy to wait out the nine months sitting at the bar eating sorbet and sorting through bills and invoices. Pierre is the one who listens to about thirty parenting podcasts while doing core workouts at the gym every day so that he can easily lift his small child when the time comes. It's excessive. He's squatting 190. A baby weighs like...3 kilos. Every time someone asks him he gives this speech about mental and physical strength. His brothers are a little worried about him.

As for Charles, he's as laissez faire about the whole thing as Yuki is, which Pierre finds extremely annoying. Small spoiler, but at this point Charles is still racing, as is Max, and they're both seasoned parents. They've got two already with a vague idea to have a third once they retire for good, so unfortunately for Pierre and Yuki this means they're given babysitting duty much more often because "it's good practice" and "it's not like you're still working" and "now you can finally put all those parenting podcasts to good use" etc etc. The Verstappen/Leclerc children are 5 and 7, are extremely loud and have the added ability to throw tantrums in four languages at once. Yuki teaches them lots of Japanese swear words so they can add a fifth. They're very adoring of the baby when it's finally born, which Pierre claims is a good sign they're not actually psychologically damaged and tries to give Charles a lecture about the importance of a diverse age range in early childhood friendships immediately after the 2031 Vietnamese Grand Prix podium, when Charles is too exhausted to escape. Charles retains exactly none of that information.

(Pierre ends up calling Max in a panic late at night a lot, because Max is the only one who really sees his side of things. Max wasn't terrified of fatherhood until the instant an exhausted Charles placed their equally exhausted newborn into his arms, and then it slammed into him like brick to the face. He had to get over it fast. He was the stay at home parent and things weren't easy that year, so he had to learn very very quickly how to be a father--the kind of father he wants to be, anyway. He's still trying and there are no real guidebooks for these things, but their kids seem to be alright so he can't be fucking up too badly. Sometimes that's all Pierre needs to hear.)

As for your second question, I can't give you specifics but they'll all learn about it before the fic is over!! It'll happen very soon and I promise they will be suitably messy about it. Thanks so much for the asks, these were so fun to answer! <3

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inappropriate-aunt · 1 month

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So I used to have a folder of pictures on my phone that was just lots of pictures of me in my underwear looking into a mirror. I called it "progress pics" meaning: progress on my body, progress towards the body I desired, a way to see change.

Looking at the photos made me sad. Taking the photos made me sad. I thought, at that point in time, that I was over my eating disorder. But I believe now that it sneaks up on us in little ways. Little habits. Tiny quirks of thought that make us sad.

Gradually I started adding photos to the folder that weren't just me standing in that dim hallway looking desolately at my reflection. Soon there were photos of me out with friends, smiling, doing things, but always pictures where I thought I looked 'thin enough.'

I recently deleted that album. All the pictures. All the sad side angle views of my body meant to remind me of what I was not allowed to be. I feel free of it now. Weeks later I am so glad I did that. How cruel of me to ever look at my body and decide it was not the right shape to exist in the world. Cruel to myself and cruel to everyone else in the world who all have a right to exist and feel comfortable in spaces without anxiety or judgement.

I recognize, that I am not completely free of the desire to look a certain way. I do not think I or anyone else can ever be until we divorce our society from the idea that we owe it to each other to be a certain size. The size and shape of my body as it is now grants me certain privileges. I can eat in public without someone questioning my food choices. I can sit in any seat without anxiety. I can pass unnoticed through the world, existing as another 'normal' person. That this privilege of being considered a normal person exists for me, purely out of the accident of my health and size, but not for my friends who are fat, is appalling to me. Our environments are designed to shame us all into making ourselves take up less space- not for our health, but simply for profit. More tables jammed into restaurants, smaller and smaller seats, cubicles instead of offices- the messaging says "be thin for YOUR health" but it means "be small for our bottom line." And everywhere, everywhere are advertisements for structured meal plans so you can pay lots of money for the glory of being hungry and sad but slightly smaller for a short period of time.

How dare they. How dare anyone say what you should weigh, how you should look, and how much space you're allowed to take up on this planet that belongs to all of us. How dare anyone make you feel like your body is wrong when it is perfect because it houses YOU. And how dare they allow this to become so internalized in us from such a young age that we treat fat people so poorly and praise people for being or becoming thin. We allow ourselves to believe there is some kind of morality in our appearance.

I for one am done with that thinking. I will never be free of it completely. I know how much of my self worth is tied to my appearance. But I hope that over time, as I learn and age and soften, I can deconstruct those ideas and find value in myself for other things: The way I make my friends laugh, the flowers I planted that the bees are visiting, the fact that I'm getting better at staying in touch with my family.

I feared gaining weight because of how I would be perceived by others. I feared being treated poorly because of others' prejudices about fat bodies. The fact is that we should not treat people that way. By allowing fat people to be treated poorly in our society, we are saying we would allow ourselves to be treated this way. We cannot allow weight discrimination to continue. It affects all of us, at any weight. And we are all complicit when we hate ourselves for how we look. I deserve to be treated with respect no matter what my appearance is, so does every other person on this earth. That includes you.

So I deleted the pictures. I deleted the idea that I need to be a certain weight or look a certain way. And I think you should too. Delete the thing that you're holding onto that makes you think you aren't worthy as you are. Stop being cruel to yourself. I think you too, will enjoy life much more when you do.

#mental health #anorexia #anorexic #ex-anorexic #tw ed #ed recovery

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transitorri · 2 years

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The Color Pink

My friend’s lighters kept getting stolen, yes multiple. This is a man in the military, and it didn’t matter what he did. He couldn't manage to keep a lighter for more than a few days, possibly weeks, before it would get lost or stolen. He’d end up buying a pack of a dozen basic lighters, and by the end of a month, the entire package would be gone. You can imagine the frustration of going out for your smoke and never having a lighter despite literally buying them by the dozens.

In an act of pure desperation, he bought a vibrant bright pink “Hello Kitty” lighter. Gambling the potential for ridicule would be less than the frustration of buying yet another package of soon to be stolen lighters. The gambit paid off. He never had that lighter stolen and always managed to keep it. Painting the thing pink was enough to act like a magic talisman warding off potential lighter thieves. My friend never had to go begging for a lighter to have a smoke again.

The notion that if you wear, own or possess anything of this forbidden color you might get “The Girl” on you, femininity, womanhood, and suddenly those traits or qualities might somehow possess the owner. Put another way, if you’re a “man” and something is the color pink, it is not meant for you. It is not yours, it’s not for you, and you are not allowed to have it. Our culture begins this training even before we’re capable of independent thought. “Gender Reveal” parties, pink or blue baby rompers, headbands, wall decorations, an endless list of ways to gender code your child for others.

The history of how this came to be is well documented and not really what I want to talk about but suffice to say after 1940, pink has become a hard coded “gendered” color for women, girls and all things “feminine”. It’s association made clear with how toy companies market their products to young girls, and I’d expect their sales numbers reflect this as well. Culturally it is established, pink is for girls, and blue is for boys.

And the implications are clear. If you’re a boy, pink is not for you. It is not yours.

Being transgender means going against established societal and cultural norms. The odd part being it’s not “counter culture”. It’s certainly possible to be both trans and go in for presenting as “counter culture” but this notion of pink is for girls, blue is for boys, is very firmly planted in our culture. Myself, I still want to be part of our society and culture, I just don’t want to be a Man in it. While growing up, and especially in my teens, I had many instances where I would just look over at the girls/women with envy. Their clothes, the fun they were having, their freedom of dress, the variety of colors, cuts, styles, fabrics, and activities like dance classes. Any of these things would earn a young boy enough ridicule to push them to have to weigh the choice if the nonconformity was worth the hazing. At the time for me, it wasn’t and I was still questioning my notions of gender.

25 years on, I am no longer questioning. I’ve come to understand that feeling of jealousy didn’t have to be that way. I could make the difficult choice to transition, and have those things for myself to enjoy. It may come with difficulties and struggles, but so does any choice we make in life. The question is, to us personally, does the benefit outweigh the cost. Is the happiness it brings greater than the consequences of the choice?

To be trans is to say “Yes”

And the less consequences in the environment the more free people are to say “Yes”

So, I wear pink.

I got a new phone case in pink. I got hair clips and ties in pink. I wear a pink headband. Not to go against culture and society, but to be better seen as the role that I’d like to play in it. It’s my attempt to get a piece of “The Girl” on my. You know, Femininity, womanhood. The same thing all of my friend’s military buddies were so scared might get on them, are the exact things that I’d like to embrace and have projected onto myself.

Honestly, that’s a lot of what it means to even be trans. We just want to be treated the same as any other man or woman, just not the one we were forced to try and be at first. No one asked us, it was put on us before we could speak or knew what it was, and over time, we discovered it’s not a good fit, it feels wrong, it wasn’t sized correctly. We want to swap it out for something that fits better and feels good.

That’s all we’re after.

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part nine: i don’t know where i stand | tom holland x reader

pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader

summary: it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.

warnings: angst like a lot! the first part of this is a little heavy and dramatic tbh, mentions/alluding to anxiety and depression, mentions of dying, a lot of dialogue, smut 18+ (minors dni!!!), protected sex

word count: 6.3k

a/n: this is it! the last chapter 😢 i just want to say a huge thank you for reading the series. and thank you to those of you that have left comments and sent me a dm! you’re all so kind and it really means a lot! hopefully you all like the ending! i’m always grateful for any feedback so feel free to send your comments. i would love to hear what you all think! happy reading! 💗

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You i’m so sorry tom, but i can’t come with you to the airport 😔 one of my coworkers couldn’t come in today bc their child is sick, and now my boss is forcing me to go to all the meetings she was supposed to have today 😕

Tom 💗 but i’m already on my way to your flat…

You i’m already at work…

That last text was a lie, you were home, laying comfortably under the covers in your bed. It wasn’t your co-worker that had called in sick, it was you. You felt awful. Last night you’d gotten home and cried yourself to sleep. If you even fell asleep. You didn’t know. Maybe you slept, but you didn’t dream, and when you’d woken up you felt empty. Like there was a hole right through your body. Like you weren’t even a person anymore. Just a shell of your old self.

Tom 💗 is facetiming you

You let your phone ring. You couldn’t talk to him. Couldn’t hear his voice or see his face. You feared that if you did, you’d change your mind, and you just couldn’t do that. You had to stand your ground. Build your walls back up so you could protect your heart.

You can’t talk right now i’m in a meeting

Tom 💗 what’s going on y/n? is everything okay? like between us?

You yes, ofc! have a safe flight!

He left you on read.

You couldn’t give him what he wanted from you. You couldn’t be his best friend anymore, and you couldn’t be his girlfriend either. This time, you were the one who had to leave him. To be the one to let go. Your feelings for him had grown roots in your heart these past months, and now you had to dig through the soil, pulling each budding feeling up by the root. It’s for the best, you thought. As much as it hurts, we’re both better off without each other.

The London weather was cloudy and gloomy, weighing you down, as you walked from the bus stop to your flat. In your hands you were carrying your food shop. As if you couldn’t feel any heavier. It was mid-December. The days were shorter, and the long nights illuminated by Christmas lights. Outside your flat you pulled your coat tighter around you as you felt a biting wind blow right through your body. You quickly fumbled your hands in your coat pocked searching for your keys. You were longing to step inside your warm flat. Longing to climb onto your sofa with a wool blanket wrapped tightly around your body.

This had become your routine now. Every weekday you’d go to work and then straight back home. You’d make something easy and quick for dinner and then spend the rest of your evening on the sofa under a blanket, watching movies you’d watched a hundred times, never leaving your spot until you’d go to bed. Most weekends you didn’t even leave your flat, staying hauled up inside, not seeing another person or speaking a word out loud until you arrived at work Monday morning. Time was passing by so slow, and at the same so fast you had a hard time keeping up.

Maria worried about you. You knew she did. She’d come over sometimes, on the weekends, just to hang out. Sometimes she brought Matt along and you’d eat dinner together at your flat. She invited you out every once in a while too – either to go see a movie, go for a hike, or for a drink at the pub. But you declined her offers as gently as you could. She knew you – knew not to push you to do things you didn’t want.

But one Saturday evening, when the credits of some movie you’d just watched started rolling, she asked you what was wrong.

“Did something happen with Tom?” she said it so softly, almost as if she was afraid that your break apart if she mentioned his name.

You made a face and sighed, “Maria…”. You didn’t want to get into it right now. You didn’t want to rip open a wound that was slowly closing.

“Is it because he left? You always have a hard time with people leaving.” Her voice almost a whisper. You got up from your sofa, the blanket falling to the floor.

“Maria, please just– let it be. I can’t talk about this right now… I’m tired.” A deep sigh left your lips. She quickly stood to her feet and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“You know I love you, right? I’m not asking to make you feel awful. I’m asking because I care about you… and if something’s wrong, you shouldn’t have to carry it by yourself!”

“I–I… I just can’t talk about it yet,” you felt tears threatening to spill.

“That’s okay, love! I understand… but please, when you’re ready, tell me and let me help you!” her hand rested on the back off your head. You let out a chocked sob. Why were you doing this to yourself? You knew better than to carry something so painful by yourself.

“Oh, honey… just let it out” she stroked your hair, and you did as she said. You let it all out. You let yourself cry. Your words came out between strangled sobs as you told her everything. You told her about how you’d been in love with Tom since you were teenagers. How you’d felt like you’d lost a piece of your soul, a piece of you, when your friendship ended the first time. And after you’d felt like your body was bleeding out, wondered if you could survive without him in your life. You told her about how happy you’d been to have him back in your life, even if it was only as his friend. How it felt the same, like no time had passed. When you told her about your first time together, that night after the club, you both sat back down on the sofa.

“The morning after I thought things between us might change, but they didn’t. We didn’t even talk about it, he just pretended like nothing had happened, and then it got all awkward.” You had stopped crying now. “Nothing more happened between us, safe for some flirting I guess, until the night before he left for his press tour. I was over at his house helping him pack, and we had sex. And he told me he was in love with me.” You left the words hang in the air.

Maria budged your arm, urging you to go on, “And then what happened?”

“I panicked… I guess. Why would he tell me that the night before he left? Did he even mean it, or was it something he just said in the heat of the moment? And I didn’t want him to leave, but he was leaving! He was leaving me, again… and I–I– just couldn’t handle that, so I just bolted out of there… didn’t even say goodbye. I didn’t want to lose him, but I couldn’t be his girlfriend, and I couldn’t go back to being just friends either. So, I thought it would just be easier to not be anything at all. He called all week after, and sent me a hundred texts, but I never responded, and then he stopped.” You started crying again.

“But somehow being nothing at all is worse than being nothing but a friend to him, and I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.”

Maria got quiet for a moment, she needed to process all the new information she’d just heard. “I think…,” she said after a beat, “he is in love with you. I saw it when I first met him at the pub, how he looked at you and cared for you… it was obvious to everyone but you two. I don’t know how, but I think you should talk to him, and tell him everything, be completely open and honest. And if he doesn’t feel the same, it can’t get any worse than how you’re feeling right now. You have nothing to lose.”

Maria was right. You needed to talk to Tom, but you had to do it face to face, so there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings. But when you’d be able to tell him, to meet him face to face again, you didn’t know. He was still on his press tour. He could be half across the world right now for all you knew.

After you’d told Maria, you were still sad, but the heaviness of your heart, the heaviness of your feelings, the feelings you’d kept to yourself all these years, felt easier to carry. You weren’t carrying them by yourself anymore. You now had Maria to help you carry them. And she’d planted a seed of hope in your heart.

When you made it inside your flat a thought crossed your mind, something you’d almost forgotten while hurrying to get home. You had promised your father that you’d come over for dinner today. You looked at the clock. It was passed four already. You had no chance in hell to be at his house by half past four, like you’d promised. You quickly put away your food shop. Halfway out the door, you rang your father telling him you’d be a little late. You hoped he wouldn’t be mad, and he wasn’t, he even asked you to pop into the shops on your way over. He had forgotten to buy milk, and somehow it was crucial dinner ingredient he couldn’t substitute.

You did as you were told and popped into the supermarket closest to your dad’s house. You’d been there a hundred times. You knew it inside and out. This was where you and Tom would pop in to buy ice-lollies in the summer or buy yourself energy drinks and pastries during the breaks in secondary school.

You quickly made your way over to the dairy section, grabbing a carton of milk. When you were about to turn around and walk back the way you came, you heard a familiar voice call out your name. You were sure your legs were going to give out from under you when you saw him. There he stood. Tom. A packet off eggs in his hands. He was home.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out. Ahh!!! You wanted to take it back as soon as you said it.

“Oh… I’m just visiting my parents… or did you mean London? The No Way Home premier is on Friday…” He looked tired or maybe he looked sad? Sad because of you? You felt your heart break a little.

“What are you doing here?” he sighed.

“Oh… me and dad are having dinner… he forgot to buy milk.” You held up the carton in your hand. He didn’t say anything, only nodded his head.

And there it was. That awkwardness again. It was unbearable. You wanted to reach your hand out, to feel his arms around you again, to feel his lips against yours. To just forget everything that had happened and be with him again. You shifted your weight. You didn’t know what to say to him. You knew you needed to make it right again, but how?

“Ehm… Do–“,

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” he cut you off. “And why did you leave?” the sadness in his eyes now replaced with anger. “I–, I thought you loved me… you told me you did!”

“I–, do you really want to do this here Tom?” you gestured around you. He sighed again, and lightly shook his head.

You shifted your weight and took a few hesitant steps toward him, you didn’t know what to say, “Can we meet up later, after dinner? To talk? I have some stuff I need to say to you, and I need to apologize!”. You tried your best to keep your voice steady.

“y/n,” he sighed with a frown on his face. He wanted to say no, you could see it, but you couldn’t let him go now. This was your chance to make it okay again. To tell him face to face what an idiot you had been.

“Please? I just need to talk to you this once, and then if you want me to, I’ll leave you alone– I’ll never bother you again,” you pleaded.

He let his shoulders fall, but you’d won him over, “Fine.”

“Okay, so… I’ll probably head home around seven… so do you want to go back to my place? So, we can talk in peace?”

“That’s fine… or whatever,” he huffed. Then he turned on his heels without as much as a goodbye and walked away.

Back at your father’s house, your childhood home, the place where so many of your memories with Tom had been formed, you had a hard time paying attention to what your father were babbling on about over dinner. You were miles away, going over in your head what you were going to say to Tom. You didn’t even know where to start. Maria had told you to be completely honest with him, and that’s what you wanted to be. You wanted to lay it all out, all your fears and anxious thoughts laid bare for him to witness. Like Maria said: you had nothing to lose. But it didn’t mean you weren’t scared. Your heartbeat seemed like it increased with every minute that passed. Your stomach was turning, and your hands were in a constant state of clammy.

At seven o’clock sharp you heard the doorbell ring twice. Tom always rang the doorbell twice. It was your secret code, so you’d always know when he was at your door. It was now or never, you thought.

Your father got up from his seat, a quizzical look on his face, wondering who’s ringing his doorbell on a Wednesday evening. “I’ll go get it! It’s probably Tom”, you said and jumped out of your seat on your father’s sofa. “I ran into him at back at the supermarket… he’s taking me home”, you said over your shoulder as you speed-walked over to the door, afraid that if you let him wait too long, he’d leave and your chance to make it right would slip away like water through your fingers. When you reached the door, you flung it open – and there he stood. Just like he’d stood so many times before. His hands tucked away in the pockets of his winter jacket.

“You coming?”, he said before you could even say something as little as a “hi”.

His voice was void of any emotion, as well as his face. But his eyes, they burned. Burned with anger and hurt.

“Y–Yes… j–just let me get my things and say bye to dad,” you stuttered over your words. Had you ever been this nervous in your life before? you wondered.

“I’m gonna wait in the car.” He said it just as devoid of emotion as before. Then he climbed down your front stairs and walked away. You scrambled to put on your shoes and coat and shouted out a quick bye to your dad. You felt bad leaving him so abruptly, but you couldn’t miss your chance.

When you walked into your flat, with Tom in tow, you knew you couldn’t beat around the bush anymore. The drive over to your flat had been made in complete silence – not even the radio was on. That fifteen-minute drive might have been the longest fifteen minutes in your life. Your head spinning with what you wanted to say, but no words came out. Now you needed to say something.

You took of your shoes and hung your coat on your coatrack. When you turned around to look at Tom, he hadn’t moved. He only stood leaning against your door, fully dressed, with his hands in his pocket.

“Sorry about the mess,” you said. You hadn’t expected to have anyone over today, and you were ashamed to say that hadn’t done much cleaning the last couple of months.

“Do you want to sit down?” you asked and gestured towards your sofa.

He shook his head, “Just say what you wanted to say, y/n… so I can leave. Let’s just be done with it!” his tone was sharp.

You walked over to your sofa, and leaned against the back, buying yourself some time. This is it! It’s now or never!

“Okay…” you sighed, “I don’t even know where to start… well, first of all I want to apologize to you for how I’ve treated you these past months!” you looked at him, but he avoided your gaze. “I’m sorry Tom! I’m so so so sorry!” your voice broke. “Ah…” you tilted your head back and squeezed your eyes shut trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill. He didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry… I’m not gonna cry– I don’t want you to think I’m trying to manipulate you or anything because I’m crying or because of what I’m about to say. I just want be completely honest with you because that’s what you deserve!” you harshly wiped your cheeks.

“Okay…” you tried to pull yourself together.

“When we stopped talking that first time… Life actually got really difficult for me. You were my security blanket back then when we were teenagers, and I think I used to depend on you too much. We used to do everything together, you know. So, when you weren’t there anymore it was hard, and I felt like I didn’t know who I was without you. And you know I’ve always been an anxious person, but that year after we stopped talking, my anxiety just got to another level and I… I had to start therapy to handle it. And it worked… and it was hard, but I made it out the other end. But I also learned who I was and why I took you leaving so hard. I have a serious fear of abandonment because of my parents’ divorce. And like I said– you were my security blanket, you got me through my mother leaving and all the pain that the divorce brought with it. You were my constant in life. And I realize it’s not fair to put all that on you, but I did. And... then you left too– just like my mother and I had no one to turn to. And all that shit, my abandonment issues, it is still in me… a part of me”. You couldn’t fight back the tears anymore.

Tom didn’t say anything, but he was looking at you, listening to you. His eyes were sad, the anger from earlier simmered down. “And then there’s the fact that I was in love with you– are still in love with you. I don’t think I can ever stop being in love with you. I’m so in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself!” you huffed out an unhumorous laugh. A hand flew to your cheeks, wiping your tears that were now flowing in a steady stream.

“I thought I was over you, but when I saw you again in that pub all those months ago… all those old feelings flooded back. And it made me sad because I knew you would never feel the same way for me as I felt for you… and then we started hanging out again, and you helped me with my flat, and everything felt like it used to feel all those years ago. Like nothing had happened. And I was happy again. And I was okay with just being your best friend, because I’d rather have you back in my life and be just your friend, than to not have you in my life at all. And then that night with Jasper happened, and we did what we did when we got back to your house– I don’t know… I thought that maybe you felt the same way I did. But then we never talked about it, and you just ignored it… I felt so silly getting my hopes up…” you were rambling. The words flowing out of you.

“But after the wedding I didn’t know what to think. If I were with anyone else, I would say that what we were doing was dating. But I did it with you… and all the lines were blurry. And then you were leaving again and my bubble burst. My abandonment alarms in my head were blaring, but I tried my very best to keep it together– to tell myself that we were in a different place now and you wouldn’t vanish from my life again. And then you kissed me– and we had sex– and you told me you were in love with me. I was so happy! I’ve never been as happy in my life as I was when you told me that! But then my anxiety kicked in and my thoughts started to spiral. ‘Why would you say that the night before you were leaving?’, ‘it probably only slipped out in the heat of the moment– you didn’t really mean it’… you get it? And then my fear of you leaving– of you abandoning me took over, and even more irrational thoughts invaded my mind. I didn’t want to lose you, but I couldn’t go back to just being your best friend and pretend that everything was fine. So, I got it into my head that the best thing for me was to leave you first… before you had the chance to leave me… but I was wrong, and for that I’m so sorry! I completely understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore– but I just wanted to tell you why I did what I did and to apologize to you!” you took a deep breath.

It felt good to finally get all your feelings off your chest. When you looked at Tom, you could see silent tear roll down his cheeks. You wanted to walk over to him and wipe it away. To throw your arms around him and pull him into a hug. To comfort him. To make him feel better. But you couldn’t… you were the reason for why he was hurting.

Tom was quiet for a long time before he finally said, “I accept your apology.”

Your shoulders fell at his words and more tears rolled down your cheeks. “Thank you,” you whispered. A relief washed over you.

He pulled his hands from his jacket pockets and wiped his tears away. Then he slipped off his shoes and hung his jacket up beside yours on your coat rack. Still, he didn’t move from your door.

“y/n… I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember– I’ve been in love with you since before I knew what love even was. I’ve been in love with you when I’ve been single, and I’ve been in love with you when I’ve been in relationships with other girls. I think about you all the time… you don’t even know! Whenever I’m without you I wonder what you’re doing, I wonder what you’re thinking about, and if you’re thinking about me. But we’re so complicated! You’re my best friend, and the only reason that I’ve never told you about how I feel is because I don’t want to lose you as my friend. And I’ve always been scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way, and if I’d tell you, it would be awkward between us. There’s always been this unspoken agreement between us that we’re just friends, and that’s what we’d tell everyone else. When I saw you again in that pub, my heart skipped a beat! I couldn’t believe it was you. I wanted to go say hi, but you were laughing with your friends, and I honestly didn’t know what to say to you after so much time had passed. You looked so different, and at the same time you… you hadn’t changed at all. I felt so bad about how we’d stopped talking, and after what you’ve told me now… I feel even worse”. Tom took a few steps closer to where you stood.

“Tom, it’s not your fault! Please don’t feel bad about that!” you pleaded.

“But you’re right! We were so co-dependent on each other back then, and I know you have a hard time with people leaving. I knew it back then. But my life just got so crazy, and everything moved so fast, and suddenly six years had gone by. Every day these past months I’ve wanted to tell you how I feel, but I was so scared of losing you. So, I thought I’d show you how I felt instead, and you let me. Touching you, cuddling you, sleeping in the same bed. I thought you might understand what I felt for you. What I was trying to say. But you never said anything and then I realized I had to show you in other ways, and you let me do that too, you begged me to do it to you, that night after everything went down with Jasper. I wanted to comfort you– I wanted to make you feel better, and I wanted to show you how I felt about you… and then you begged me for you to return the favour. A favour… You thought I was only doing you a favour. I– I didn’t know what to do, so I just ignored what we’d done. I realize it’s stupid now, but we’re both idiots I guess…” he took another few steps closer to you.

“And then I was leaving for the press tour, and I couldn’t leave without telling you how I felt. I wanted to do it weeks before I had to leave, but every time I came close to saying it, I chickened out. And then we were watching Spirited Away, and it brought back so many memories and you looked so beautiful– I just had to kiss you. And you kissed me back! And I told you how I was in love with you, and you told me you also were in love with me. And I had the best sex of my life and I had never ever been happier… But then after... you literally fled my house and you ghosted me.” He was standing in front of you now. His hands reached for yours.

“You broke my heart y/n!” he choked out. “And you couldn’t even give me a reason for why you did what you did… first I was concerned that I’d done something wrong, but I couldn’t think of anything. When you wouldn’t even answer the phone or my texts, I got angry. I got angry at myself for ruining what we had, for putting myself before our friendship. Then I got angry at you. I got angry at you for not caring enough to pick up the fucking phone, or to at least send a text. But as angry as I was, I also missed you. I missed you so much it physically hurt. Because I didn’t want to lose you– I couldn’t do that again either.” He leaned his forehead against yours. He was crying just as hard as you were.

“But, now… I understand why you did what you did. You were just as scared as I was about losing each other. I accept your apology–” you cut him off by brushing your lips against his, catching them in a kiss. His lips tasted salty from the tears, but he also tasted like coming home

He melted into you and deepened the kiss. His right hand cupping your cheek, while the other travelled to your back, pressing you flush against his body. When you felt his tongue ghost your bottom lip, you opened yourself up to him, you wanted him to know all of you.

He pushed you up against the back of your sofa, never breaking the kiss. Your clumsy hand met the fabric, steadying yourself against it as you sat down on the backrest, legs spread for Tom to slot between them. The kiss got needier, and you felt a wet patch form in your panties. Your hands slid down to his waist, pulling him closer to your throbbing core. A soft groan escaped his mouth as he rutted his hips against you.

“I need you,” he breathed out between kisses.

You whined into his mouth, “I need you too… so much”.

Your eager hands found the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down his legs. With his pants half-way down his thighs, one of his hands came to rest over yours– the one hooked into the waistband of his boxers. In the rush of him helping you pull down his boxers, his other hand lost it’s grip around your waist, the movement making you lose your balance on the backrest.

“Oh, shit!” you cried as you half fell half slid backwards down the back cushions, legs pointing straight up in the air.

“Shit! y/n, darling! You hurt?” Tom’s voice was coated with concern. The fall didn’t hurt – the soft cushions broke your fall. But you must’ve looked ridiculous. The both of you must’ve looked ridiculous. You sprawled out on the sofa, feet in the air – while Tom stood there baffled, cock out.

“Only my pride,” you chuckled. Leaning over the backrest, he helped you sit up.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked as he held your head in his hands. You tilted your head, leaning into his touch, while your eyes searched for his.

“I’m okay, but maybe we should go upstairs?” you posed, a lopsided grin plastered on your face.

A chuckle left his lips while he leaned down to place a kiss on yours. “I’d love to take you upstairs.” he whispered against your lips.

Giggling, you raced upstairs to your bedroom with Tom in tow. When you crossed the door sill, Tom pulled you close, catching your lips in a needy kiss. With lips weaved together you stumbled towards your bed. When the back of Tom’s legs touched the end of your bed, you pushed him down to sit, breaking your kiss. Then you quickly pulled your sweater over your head, getting undressed in front of him. He followed suit, removing his hoodie, and discarding the rest of his clothes. Completely naked in front of him, you stepped between his legs. The air between you were thick with arousal as he slid his hands up the back of your thighs, pulling you down to straddle him.

His cock was hard, standing straight up in his lap. You needed him so bad. Your pussy already soaking with your arousal, without him even touching you. When you felt his hands glide over your thighs, sliding closer to your core, you automatically started grinding your pussy against his cock, earning you a string of curses and groans from Tom. The friction against your clit, as you rutted your hips against his, felt amazing.

“Need to feel you,” you whispered.

“Do you have a condom?” he whispered back.

“Yes– just let me…”, you stood to your feet and walked over to your nightstand.

Meanwhile Tom moved up the bed, sitting down comfortably against your headboard. He had his cock in hand, stroking himself lazily as his eyes trailed your body. You handed him the condom and climbed into bed. Seated in between his legs, you clenched around nothing as you watched him roll the rubber down his length.

“Come here my baby girl” he reached his hand out and you crawled closer to his body. His hand found your waist steadying you, as you straddled his lap. You let your forehead fall against his.

“Hi,” you whispered, your lips upturned in a soft smile.

“Hi,” he chuckled before he pressed his lips against yours.

You leaned into the kiss, loving the feel of his soft lips on yours, wanting nothing more than to do this for the rest of your life. But at the same time, you were also impatient, the need in your stomach overtaking the softness of your feelings in your heart.

Without breaking the kiss, you sat up in his lap, your pussy hovering over his cock. Your hands found the top of his shoulders, steadying yourself. With his other hand, the one not holding your waist, he grabbed a hold of the base of his cock and positioned himself at your entrance. You moaned against his lips as you lowered yourself down on him. Sitting all the way down, you could feel him deep inside you, stretching you so good. His hands moved to your arse when you started moving your hips into him, guiding you down on his cock.

“Fuck, baby girl! You’re so tight around me,” he groaned, as he bucked his hips into you. You picked up your pace, building up a rhythm together.

It didn’t take you long to feel that heavenly pressure building in your stomach. Your breathing got laboured and your pace sloppy. Chasing your high, your fingers found your clit, circling it, making you clench around his cock.

“Tom… I–I’m close!” you managed to stutter out.

“I know baby girl– you’re clenching the life out of me”.

His grip on your arse tightened as he took control, thrusting up into you at a faster pace. This new angle making his throbbing cock hit the spot inside you with every thrust, making you cry out in blissed out pleasure.

“I’m so close… want to cum with you,” Tom groaned. You pressed down harder on your clit, circling it faster. You were tethering on the edge, and with the way his cock pulsed inside you, you knew he was too.

With one last thrust he came, pulling you with him over the edge of bliss. Trembling in his lap, you came hard around his cock. Your orgasm hitting you in waves of pleasure, making your legs shake, and your walls pulse and clench around him. Your orgasm milking his cock, making him twitch inside you as he painted the inside of the condom in quick spurts. The aftershocks of your orgasm left you both moaning messes.

His hands on your arse slid up your body, pulling you close to him. You collapsed against him, your bare chest against his bare chest, and your head crooked against his neck. You were both breathing heavy, hearts beating in sync.

You stayed like that, holding each other close, until both your breathing had calmed down, and his cock had gone soft inside you. You placed slow and soft kisses up his neck all the way to his mouth, where you caught his smiling lips in a loving kiss.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. “I love you so much!” you almost giggled. You felt so happy.

“I love you too!” he smiled against your lips, his hand cupping your cheek. When you both broke away from your kiss his eyes fell to your necklace. A diamond heart on a gold chain.

“You’re still wearing your necklace?” he sounded suprised.

“Yes, I promised I’d wear it every day.” you smiled. Tom’s eyes sparkled as he pulled you close and caught your lips in another kiss.

When he broke the kiss he locked eyes with you as he whispered, “Let me get you cleaned up, okay?”. His brown sparkling eyes were soft and full of love, making your stomach do a backflip. You felt giddy. Tom was the love of your life, and he loved you, even if you’d been an idiot. He loved you.

“Okay,” you slowly nodded your head while his thumb caressed your cheek.

He helped you off his lap, a quiet whine escaping your lips as he pulled out. Then he gently laid you down in your bed, and pulled the covers over you, so you wouldn’t get cold. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, “don’t leave”, he joked before he stood to his feet, discarding the condom and walking into your bathroom. You rolled eyes, but your heart swelled at the fact that he was already joking about what had happened.

When he came back out, washcloth in hand, he was wearing the biggest grin you’d ever seen. He cleaned you up, while he placed soft kisses to your inner thighs, making you giggle. When he was done you stretched your arms out.

“Hold me?” you asked, “I feel so safe in your arms. I always have”.

He chuckled and laid down beside you, pulling you close to his chest. “How can I say no when you put it like that?”

You let your head rest on his chest. Your ear pressed up against his heart, listening to the steady beat. You reached out your hand over his chest, searching for his. When you felt his warm hand i yours you intertwined your fingers over his chest.

“Who am I kidding? I could never say no to you.” he sighed as he pulled you even closer to his body, while tangeling your legs together. A smile blossomed on your face at his words. You couldn’t fight the urge to lean your face up to place a kiss on his lips.

As giddy as you felt, you remembered what he’d said before you kissed him downstairs. You’d broken his heart. You’d hurt him bad. You needed to apologize.

“I’m so sorry that I hurt you, Tom.” you said, sadness and remorse coating every word.

“My darling, I know it wasn’t intentional.” he said softly. You couldn’t detect an ounce of anger or resentment in his voice.

“It doesn’t change the fact that I did.” you sighed.

His hold around you tightened as he placed a finger under chin, making you look him in the eye. “The only thing that matters right now is that we’re together. All I want is to put this mess behind us and to be with you!” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, as if he was sealing the deal – confirming his wish.

“That’s all I want too!” you sighed contentedly into his lips.

“But just to be clear, since we’re so bad at communicating our feelings, and to make it official: do you want to be my boyfriend?” you asked as you bit your lip.

“Yes, y/n! I want to be your boyfriend! There’s nothing in the world I want more than to be your boyfriend! Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he couldn’t hold back his laugh.

“Yes, Tommy! I would love to be your girlfriend!” you giggled.

“Great! Because you’re stuck with me now, you know.” A cheeky grin spread across his face. You giggled at his words before you leaned in to press another kiss against his lips.

“There’s no one else, in this whole entire world, I’d rather be stuck with, than you!”

THE END

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Live Show: Birthday Girl | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Happy Birthday, @katsukikitten! You have no idea how hard it was trying to keep this a surprise for you, so I hope you enjoy it! And I hope, despite everything, that you have a wonderful birthday!

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted any of my writing on this Tumblr account, but thank you for sticking around! This is based on my Live Show camboy!Bakugou series. I kinda picture it taking place between 2 and 3. A special thank you to @trafalgar-temptress for reading over this before I posted it!

Warnings: 18+, camboy!Bakugou, squirting.

Word Count: 5500.

You woke up with a smile on your face, replaying the previous night’s events in your mind. If someone had told you that you’d end up having a private show with Dynamight, and he’d do it for free no less, you wouldn’t have believed them. Picking up your phone to check through your messages to make sure it hadn’t all been a wild dream. Sure enough, Dynamight’s personal cell phone number sat in your recent contacts.

Your phone chimed with various texts from your friends, wishing you a happy birthday.

You groaned at the realisation. How could you have forgotten that it was your birthday today?

Clearly, it was because it was destined to be an awful day. You’d already written it off as being one of the worst birthdays of your life and you hadn’t even experienced it yet.

It sounded overdramatic, but it really was. Often you weren’t one to make a huge fuss of your special day, usually still going into work and then arranging drinks with your friends to wrap your day off but of course, this year was different. You’d almost prefer to go to work than spend the entire day alone in your apartment, but since you’d already decided to take a day of holiday, you were evidently going to have to spend the entire evening alone.

The only silver lining to this awful Birthday? Tonight Dynamight would be streaming a special weekend live show. Possibly the only thing right now that could turn your entire day around, and it was the only thing you were looking forward to.

You’d promised your friends that no matter what, you’d try your best to enjoy your birthday even if you were spending it alone. Although you didn’t tell them exactly why you’d be enjoying it so much. As if fate had owed you a favour, the Dynamight live show was sure to fix your bad day. You’d already set the reminder on the app for Eight o’clock, excitement bubbling inside you even though there was still another six hours to go. Feeling giddy at the prospect of seeing Dynamight again, even though it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the private show you’d had with him. You debated whether you should send him a text to let him know it was your birthday, hoping that you might receive something in return, or maybe just a birthday message but you didn’t want to annoy him already and ruin the connection that you’d just built.

Trying to think of something to do to distract yourself for the rest of the day, you went into your kitchen. Pulling out a large wine glass from the cabinet as you grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge. Pouring the liquid into the brim as you held the glass up to your face, holding your cell phone in front of your face as you took a picture, immediately picking the ‘Birthday’ filter as you pressed send on Snapchat. Letting your friends know that if nothing else, you were going to try and have fun today.

Randomly scrolling through your phone as you settled yourself on your couch, checking through social media and replying to the birthday messages from friends. You debated texting Bakugou to let him know that it was your birthday, but the thought of annoying him weighed heavy on your mind. It hadn’t been long since your last live show, still replaying the night in your mind as you remembered the end of the conversation. Where he told you his real name and sent you the money you’d paid him back.

You’d see him tonight anyway, the only good thing that your birthday still had to offer. Already feeling excited over the selfies that you knew Dynamight would share on his premium accounts before the stream. Hoping that you’d get the notifications soon that he’d posted something new, already trying to imagine what he’d be doing. Picturing his face smirking into the fogged up mirror after his shower as he held a towel up to cover himself, his chiselled abs on full display and dripping with moisture. Already feeling yourself heating up at the thought as you sipped on your wine, deciding to go through your messages from him the last time you spoke.

Not even fifteen minutes had gone by when you got a notification from the live streaming website, a banner flashing on your phone screen from Dynamight’s official account.

‘Dynamight Live Show cancelled’.

What the fuck? How was your luck this horrible? It was bad enough it was going to be one of the most boring birthdays you’d ever celebrated, but now the only highlight of your day was cancelled? You felt like crying as you re-read the notification to make sure you hadn’t got it wrong, but he had really cancelled his show. Reading the comments coming in from all his disgruntled fans, begging him not to cancel and offering him ridiculous amounts of money to try and get him to reconsider. Hopeful that he might see some of those messages and decide to do it, it’d definitely be a profitable decision for him. You debated whether to message him privately, he’d already added you as a mutual. Maybe you could offer him something to reconsider.

Another banner flashing against your cell phone screen as you noticed it was from Bakugou’s private account, your heartbeat increasing as you rushed to click the notification.

Hey Dumbass.

I saw your snap. You hadn’t even realised that you’d sent it to him too, immediately regretting it. You looked awful in that picture, you didn’t have any makeup on and your hair was a mess, Why the fuck didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?

I’m not sure. You typed back. You hadn’t even thought to tell him, you’d just started speaking to each other and even though he’d shown some interest in you, you weren’t sure he’d care. I mean, he was a borderline famous camboy and you were just… You.

You wanna act like a fuckin’ stalker but you can’t even tell me it’s your birthday? You should’ve fucking said something. He typed back and you felt your heartbeat increase, he cared about your birthday.

I was going to tell you tonight during your show, but it’s cancelled :( You hoped that he might reconsider and still go ahead with the live stream now he knew it was your birthday.

I ain’t doing a stream on your birthday. A flurry of emotions erupted inside you, at first you were elated that he didn’t want to do a show on your birthday, obviously caring more about you and your special day than the amount of money he could easily make from the stream, but on the other hand, you wanted to type back and tell him that it was okay, that he should still go ahead with the stream.

But I was really excited for the stream :( You gave him another sad face, hoping that you’d see another banner flash on your phone to show that his show was back on.

What? Where are you?

What did he mean?

At home. You typed back in confusion, why was he asking where you were? As though you’d watch his show anywhere but at home. Why?

You kept looking at your phone waiting for another message from him to come through, but it never did. Your heart dropping as you looked at the two blue ticks showing that he had left you on read. Taking another large gulp of your wine as you contemplated just taking an afternoon nap, your birthday already feeling like a disaster.

Deciding that you weren’t going to let it ruin your birthday as you made your way towards your bedroom, wine in tow as you climbed into your bed. Tugging the sheets up around your body as you opened your laptop. Your glass of wine sat on your bedside table as you opened up Dynamight’s premium live show page, deciding to watch the same stream from last night one more time and at least try to enjoy your birthday. Grateful that he kept his old streams up for all his fans to enjoy, but you still wished that you had a way to watch the personal video chat he’d had with you the night before. Pulling out your vibrator and placing it on the bed beside you as you settled down in front of the screen.

“Hey Dumbass.” The sultry sound of his voice fills your room and instantly you feel yourself succumb to him completely, your body sinking back against your pillows as you watched him.

“Shouldn’t be surprised you’re my first donation, hah? You fuckin’ stalker.” Remembering the way he acknowledged you last night, feeling flush at the memory.

An incoming video call broke you out of your trance, the notification bar popping up in the corner of your laptop as you paused the live stream, eyes widening as you noticed who it was from.

Dynamight.

There was no way you could accept the call, you looked even worse than yesterday. You hadn’t even bothered getting changed out of your pyjamas today, since you were spending the entire day at home. An old oversized shirt covering your frame paired with a pair of boy shorts and thigh high socks. Trying to contemplate whether you could run and get changed in time.

But you were desperate to talk to him, already missing him and it had been minutes since he’d last text you. Liquid courage helping to make your decision as you accepted the video call. The screen illuminated as Bakugou came into view.

He looked perfect. It was obvious he’d just got out of the shower, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, some wisps falling into his eyes as he towelled it dry. Moving his head forward in motion with the towel as you recognised the undercut at the back, he looked so good. He sat at his computer desk clad in only a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs as he smirked towards the camera.

“Another private show?” He smirked into the camera, “Must be your lucky day, Kitten.”

You felt your entire body shiver at his words, your cunt throbbing neglected between your thighs as you imagined his face between them. The same look across his features as he had on your screen now, your eyes fluttering shut at the image as you rocked yourself against your mattress. Your hands moved to try and flatten down your messy hair, wishing that you’d made more of an effort with your appearance. Something that you would’ve spent hours on if you’d known that he’d have initiated this impromptu video chat.

“Oi,” Dynamite growled, vermillion eyes watching as your eyes glazed over, “I’m still fuckin’ here, you know?”

You felt your face flush at the realisation that you’d almost forgot that you now had an audience, so used to being the voyeur and Bakugou had no shame in calling you out.

“You really are such a slut, hah?” He grinned, leaning back in his chair as he watched you, “Can’t go five minutes without thinking about getting yourself off.”

“How much do I owe you?” You murmured, getting ready to send him money for this private show.

“I told you last night,” He growled, “You don’t have to pay me for shit.” His eyes stared directly into his webcam, as though trying to stare directly at you.

“I know, but-”

“Consider it a birthday gift from me to you,” He smirked, cutting you off, “Can’t have you alone on your birthday, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”

You should have felt hurt at his words, however true they were, but instead, the sound of his husky voice sent a throb of need straight to your cunt, your tight heat clenching around nothing as he watched you through the screen.

“Should’ve told me you were going to be alone for your birthday, would’ve cancelled this show and met up with you instead.” His words made you feel special, important. A swell of pride now growing in your chest at the thought that not only had he just cancelled a busy Friday night show for you, but he actually wanted to see you today.

“But you did cancel the show.” You felt bad that he was losing a source of income because of you. Weekends were always his busiest nights too, people coming home after a long week at work to indulge in him, so he would surely be taking a big hit for you.

“Yeah and, Dumbass?” He rolled his eyes, dropping his towel to the floor beside him.

“Are you sure?” You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously, already feeling guilty that he was wasting his time on you. There were probably loads of other fans just as disappointed as you that he’d cancelled the show.

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ sure. I can make that money back in no time.” He boasted egotistically, smirking into the camera, his large hand moving down to palm his thick cock through the thin material of his boxes as he leaned back just enough for you to see the sheer size, “But this means you’re gonna give me a good show too right, Princess?”

Your teeth worried against your lower lip as you tugged at the bottom of your oversized shirt, you couldn’t give him a show too, could you? You’d done it before, but now it felt different. It felt more personal, he’d cancelled his source of income for you, what if you couldn’t make him happy? There was no way someone as plain and simple as you could ever satisfy him. Especially not with the other girls that probably slid into his direct messages all the time. The little seed of doubt growing larger inside your mind as you heard Dynamight growl in the background.

“You fuckin’ ignoring me again, Kitten?” His nostrils flared, the dark look in his eyes making you shiver in anticipation.

“No, Dynamight.” You mumbled sheepishly, your fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt as you bit your bottom lip.

“What about the money though?” You had to ask, the number of comments from disgruntled fans had you nervous that he’d really be losing out for wasting his time on your birthday with you.

“Doesn’t matter.” He muttered.

“But I don’t want you to waste your time on me when you could just do the show-”

“Shut up.” He snarled, “You ain’t a waste of time.”

“But-” Of course you’d love another private show, especially so soon after the last one. But guilt ran through your veins at the thought of him losing money because of you, there was no way you were this deserving.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smirked, “Got them wrapped around my little finger, babe. Same as you.”

“Shut up.” You threw back at him, pouting.

“Oh, feisty today, hah?” Bakugou leaned forward in his seat slightly, his damp hair slowly drying as he stared into the camera, “I thought I told you to take your top off.”

Your fingertips curled underneath the fabric, taking a deep breath as you pulled it up and over your head to expose your chest to his view. You heard Bakugou take in a sharp breath as he caught sight of your breasts, shyly holding your shirt in your lap as you watched his reaction.

“That’s my good girl.” He shifted in his chair, “You really are perfect, you know that?”

His words of praise made you feel more confident, or maybe it was the alcohol in your system as you raised your hands to massage your chest without being prompted. Your fingers pinching and tugging your nipples as you heard Bakugou groan on the other side of the screen.

“Didn’t even need me to tell you what to do next, did you?” He sneered, his hand still palming his cock through his boxers, “What a fuckin’ slut.”

“You like me watching you, don’t you?” You bit your lip as you nodded, feeling your neglected clit throb underneath your boy shorts.

“What was that, slutty girl?” He growled, pausing stroking his cock as he watched you, “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes.” You sighed blissfully, rolling your pebbling nipples between your thumb and forefinger as you tried to imagine it was his hands touching you instead, you lips parted in a low whine.

“Yes, what?” He sneered.

“Yes, Katsuki.” You used his real name, the name he’d given you the night before. The name catching him off guard as his hips arched off the computer chair.

“Fuck,” He threw his head back against the headrest as his vermilion eyes focused on you, “That’s it, Kitten.”

“God, I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” You groaned at his admission, thoughts flooding to how it would feel to have his fingers card through your hair as he held onto it by the roots, pushing you down on his thick girth as you gagged around his length. The fat head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each rut of his hips.

“Are those thigh highs?” Bakugou motioned to your cosy socks that were hugging your thighs as you angled the laptop screen forward so he could see them properly, stretching your legs out in front of you to give him a full view, “Fuck that’s hot.”

You keened at his praise, the sound giving you more confidence as you moved to lay back against your pillows once more, your eyes still completely focused on his body glistening in the afternoon sunlight in his bedroom.

“Show me that slutty little pussy.” Bakugou commanded, a grin on his face as he waited expectantly.

“Show me your cock.” You didn’t know where the confidence had come from, instantly blaming it on the alcohol you’d drank, but an amused grin appeared on Bakugou’s features.

“Where did that come from, Princess?” A surprised tone in his voice as he eased his hips up just enough to tug his boxer briefs down his thick, muscular thighs, “Since it’s your birthday I’ll let it slide.”

Your eyes instantly focused on his thick cock now exposed to your gaze, a large bead of pre-cum pooling against the reddened, angry tip. Thick veins running along the underside that just made him seem even bigger as he gave himself a teasing pump, licking your lips as you imagined what he tasted like, wishing that he was in front of you in the flesh so you could find out.

“You better not forget who’s in charge, Kitten.” The words were spoken as more of a promise than a suggestion as you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation, “I’ll have to put you back in your place.”

“Do I get to see that pretty little pussy now?” You watched mesmerised as he leaned forward, hovering over his cock as he puckered his lips, spitting onto the tip of his cock. The wetness sliding down his length with ease and pooling around his fist as he moved his hand up to swipe his thumb over the head of his cock, collecting his pre as he smoothed it down his thick length, the moisture glistening as he gave himself another languid stroke.

“Oi,” He growled, pausing his motions as his red eyes glared at you through the camera, “I asked you a fuckin’ question.”

You mewled as you slipped your thumbs into the hem of your panties, tugging them down your thighs as you watched a string of your slick stick to the crotch of the fabric, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou as you heard him grunt on the other side of the screen.

“Fuck yes,” He groaned when you threw your boy shorts to the side, “Show me.”

Your entire body felt flush as you spread your legs on either side of your laptop to give him a good view of your dripping cunt, your labia glistening in your slick as you slid a solo finger through your folds.

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ wet already.” You could hear the cocky tone to his voice, “Been thinking about me all day, hah?”

You silently nodded your head as you circled your neglected clit with your finger, a light whimper leaving your lips as you alleviated the tension in your body with the movement. Your palm stroking over your duvet to try and find your neglected vibrator, trying to satiate the desperate need inside you.

“Oi, I asked you a question.” You could hear the amusement in his tone as his eyes watched you trying to find your toy.

“Y-yes, Katsuki.” You murmured, rubbing slow circles around your clit as you tried to imagine it was his hand touching you instead. Feeling the smooth plastic to your vibrator as you picked it up, turning it onto the lowest setting as you ran the tip between your folds.

“Didn’t get enough last night, did you? Still fuckin’ desperate for more.” The husky tone of his voice made you keen as your hips arched off the mattress, grinding yourself down against your fingers as you watched Bakugou through your lashes. His own hand continued to stroke his cock as he watched you play with yourself for him, rolling his palm over the swollen head to gather more of the pre that leaked from the tip as his other hand came down to fondle his balls.

“Is that why you were so excited for my show today?” Bakugou continued, your eyes focused on his every move as though stuck in a trance, he was your drug and you were completely addicted, “Wanted to watch me play with myself.”

“Katsuki.” You whimpered, your lips pouted in a moan as you pressed the tip of the vibrator against your tight hole, inner walls fluttering as you slowly eased the toy inside you. Your slick more than enough lubrication to help it slide inside you with ease.

“I bet you had plans didn’t you?” He paused to spit down on his cock again, the sound heightening your arousal, “But you’d rather stay at home and be a fuckin’ slut.”

You gasped at his tone, your puffy clit throbbing at the sound as you imagined what he would look like spitting down onto your cunt. Blown out pupils gazing at the laptop as you watched him continue to stroke himself, his own eyes meeting your own even through the screen.

“Fuck,” He grunted, his hips arching off the chair as he watched you slip the length of the toy inside you, watching the way your body sucked it in as he imagined what it would be like slipping his cock inside you to really stretch you out.

“What are you thinking about while you’re playing with that tight little pussy?” He questioned as though he didn’t already know the answer, it was clearly evident exactly what was on your mind in that moment.

“You.” You murmured, slowly easing the toy in and out of your tight heat, your hole fluttering around it as you pulled it from your cunt before slowly plunging it back in again, feeling it drag along your inner walls as you let out a blissful sigh.

“What about me?” He teased, leaning forward in his seat to get a closer look at the screen.

“You..” Trying to think of the most cohesive way to say what you wanted without sounding foolish, “Inside me-”

You cringed at how naive you sounded, wanting to do the same thing to him that he was doing to you effortlessly. Bakugou’s words turned you into a puddle with ease, each syllable that left his lips ignited a fire inside you and sent a bustle of pleasure throughout your body.

“My cock inside your pretty little pussy, Princess?” He grinned, “Is that what you mean?”

You knew he knew exactly what you meant, but he was trying to make you say it.

“Yes, Katsuki.” You whined, “Want you inside me so bad.”

Your confession ripped a hiss from between his gritted teeth, his hand pausing on his cock as he tried to calm his body down, not wanting to cum before you’d even gone once.

“Yeah? Wish I was there stretching you out on my fuckin’ cock.” His words made you cry out as your hips arched off the bed, giving him the perfect view of your breasts as he languidly began to stroke his cock again.

“Please, Katsuki. I need-,” You could feel the familiar signs inside your body of your impending release, your toes curling as your inner walls began to pulsate around your vibrator, your other hand stroking slow, precise circles around your clit.

“You need what, Kitten?” He replied cockily.

“Need to cum.” You let out a breathless moan as you tried to stop yourself from flying straight over the edge, wanting to prolong the blissful sensation as long as possible.

“You need to cum?” He mocks, “How bad?”

Of course he was teasing you, your lips curving into a pout as you stared straight at the webcam, “So bad. Please-”

“Better fuckin’ cum then, slut.” He cut you off harshly, venom in his tone as you felt yourself come undone at his request. White lines blurring your vision as your body convulsed with your climax, his name spilling from your lips as you rocked your hips against the vibrator, your chest heaving as you tried to regain your breath.

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ hot.” He growled, watching you writhe against your bedsheets, your head pressed into your pillows as your hips continued to rock against the toy still whirring inside you.

“Don’t you dare take it out, Princess.” He snarled as he watched you begin to slip the toy from your quivering inner walls, your eyes focused on him as he watched strings of your slick stick to the plastic as you pulled it from your sex, “I know you’ve got one more in there for me, pretty girl.”

“Katsuki, I can’t.” You move your hand away from your body, the vibrator still buzzing in a low thrum in your hands. His gaze distracted for a moment as he took in the sight of your tight hole fluttering around nothing.

“Yes, you can. Look at that sloppy little pussy.” You moved your thighs from either side of your screen as you closed them together, moving the laptop to your side as you tried to ease the throb as you caught your breath. Your mind hazy from your climax as Bakugou got the perfect view of your heaving chest. The new position of the laptop made it easier to see Bakugou stroking his thick cock, even more of his pre-cum leaking from the tip as he used it as lubrication along his length.

“Did I say you could fuckin’ stop?” You shook your head pathetically as your lower half continued to throb in the aftershocks of your orgasm, slowly moving the toy back towards your cunt, “Sit up so I can see you, pretty girl.”

You moved to sit on your knees, feeling your legs tingle as pleasure still flowed through your veins, the vibrations coursing through your body as you lowered yourself down on the toy once more. Your hypersensitive cunt clenched around the intrusion as you slipped the toy back inside you, your inner walls tighter around it in the wake of your climax. The low hum of the toy already working you towards another release, “Good girl.”

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect.” Bakugou swallowed thickly. His voice was quiet, barely a whisper as he spoke to himself more than you, but you heard it. The words fuelling you as you slowly began to pump the toy in and out of your heat, “Bet you wish I was there playing with it instead, hah?”

Already feeling another orgasm swiftly approaching, his words coaxing the sensation out of you as you worked yourself against the vibrator. Vermilion, lust filled eyes focused on your every move as his palm mimicked your motions on his thick cock.

“God, I can’t wait to ruin that pretty little pussy.” His promises, whether they would ever become reality, had a thrum of carnal desire running through you as your hips rocked against the toy.

“Come on, Birthday girl. Tell me what you want.” Bakugou teased, but he knew exactly what you wanted.

“Fuck, Katsuki.” You cried, already feeling your inner walls quivering as another harsh climax surged through you, your toes curling as your eyes rolled back, your hips continuing to rock against the vibrator as you let yourself go once more.

“Look at you, my good girl.” Bakugou grinned at the screen, continuing to stroke his cock as he watched you come undone because of him, “That’s it, just like that.”

“Thought you said you couldn’t cum again, Kitten?” You could hear the smugness dripping from his voice as he watched you pant, pleasure rippling through your body as you tried to calm yourself down. Moving your arms up above your head as you relaxed against your mattress.

“Don’t you dare stop, keep fucking that slutty pussy.” He snarled, the sound of him stroking his cock frantically filling your ears as you continued to bounce on the vibrator, the angle causing the toy to rub against your spongy inner walls perfectly, the vibrations spreading through your entire lower half as your fingers continued circling your puffy clit, “You gonna cum for me again, yeah?”

“I can’t.” A sob wracked through your overstimulated boy, your legs trembling at the thought of another climax.

“Yes you fuckin’ can.”

An unusual sensation taking over your senses, the harsh throb niggling your cunt as you felt the sudden urge to pee, your toes curling as you tried to fight the sensation, trying to hold it back and focus on the pure pleasure.

“Come on, Princess.” As if sensing you were holding back Bakugou continued speaking to you, “I wanna see you cum.”

You tried to ignore the unusual sensation inside you, trying to put it at the back of your mind as you continued grinding yourself down against the vibrator, angling it towards the same spot inside you as it pressed against your spongy walls with each downward thrust. Your fingers still drawing sloppy circles on your clit as you allowed yourself to succumb to the pleasure inside you. A squeal leaving your lips as you let the pleasure take over you, your body almost falling forward onto your laptop as you cried out Bakugou’s name in a garbled whine. Clear liquid gushing from your body as your cunt clenched around the vibrator, splashing against your inner thighs and bedsheets. Your fingers still rubbing against your puffy clit making an even bigger mess as more of the clear liquid escaped your body in the tremors of your climax.

“Holy shit,” Bakugou howled out on the other side of the screen, lust filled eyes watching your every move as he worked himself towards his own climax. Your vision hazy as you slowly began to come down from your release, the vibrator slipping from your sopping cunt as it buzzed against your soaked sheets. Your tongue almost lolling out from between your lips as you settled on your calves, your chest heaving, the relisation dawning on you that Bakugou had made you squirt without even touching you.

“My messy fuckin’ girl.” You moved back against your pillows to watch him touching himself for you, uncaring that your sheets were now drenched with your release, your body already slick with sweat, “Good lord, That was so fucking hot.”

Your body keened at his praise, watching as he stroked his own cock frantically, a few more harsh pumps before he was cumming all over himself. Hot, white ropes of cum coating his hand and chest. The mixture glistening against his skin as you licked your lips, imagining licking it off his sweaty skin.

“Fuck,” He lay his head back against the back of his desk chair, his cum glistening against his abs as he caught his breath. Wiping his brow with the back of his hand as he smirked at the screen.

“Didn’t even get to use this shit.” He smirked, reaching forward to pick up something from the desk, holding up the shiny butt plug to the light, the green jewel glistening as he held it to the camera, “I know it’s your fuckin’ favourite.”

Your cunt throbbed almost painfully at the thought of him slipping the toy inside himself, it really was your favourite and the fact that he remembered made a foolish grin spread against your cheeks. Almost wanting to ignore how spent your body felt as you imagined him slipping it inside himself for your eyes only.

“Don’t worry,” He sat back in his chair, grabbing his towel from the floor as he wiped the cum from his chest, “When we finally meet I’m going to make this birthday up to you, Kitten.”

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Power Couple

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.

Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO

It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.

By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.

“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.

“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does.

To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”

I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.

“Y/N!“

“Y/N!!“

“Corpse Wife has arrived!“

Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”

“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.

“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.

I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.”

“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.

“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.

“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.

Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”

“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“

“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“

And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.

“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.

“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid.

As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.

“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.

“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.

“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.

The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.

We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.

“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.

He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.

“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.

“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“

“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.

“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.

“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.

Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round.

“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?��

“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.

“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.

“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.

“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.

In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.

*Later that night*

After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.

“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change.

“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”

In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.

I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.

Something tells me he does.

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Hi, there! I'm new here! Can I get the dorm leaders' (including Jamil's) reaction to their fem! s/o who suddenly passes out due to stress and when she wakes up, she tearfully confesses that she was traumatized by their Overblots. What can they do to comfort her? Fluff/angst combo. Please and thanks!

Yes yes! I will only be including the people who have overblotted so far so no Ignihyde or Diasomnia yet!

I also am sorry I just didn’t want to make s/o faint in all scenarios? I did in most tho!! Sorry >< I hope this is okay!!

Also also, sorry I haven’t posted in SO long!! I just came back from 2 vacations including a week long trip to Disney world!!

Warnings: angst, spoilers for everyone’s chapters I guess?

Riddle Rosehearts

In the following weeks of Riddle’s overblot, he was working to try to be a better leader to Heartslabyul. However, old habits don’t die very easily. You saw Riddle’s wrath once again when he scolded some students who had gotten into a fight and had promptly used his unique magic.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” His voice resounded off the walls and the harshness of his voice brought awful flashbacks into your mind. Then, everything went black.

When you wake, Riddle is over your body, his large grey eyes were scanning over you panicked. When he asked what happened, you broke down and told him that you remembered his overblot and fainted.

Riddle’s guilt would skyrocket. He never intended to hurt so many people including one of his closest friends Trey and especially not you. Even after a few weeks he didn’t realize it would weigh so much on so many others.

Riddle would turn red from shame while hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As he starts to chant “I’m sorry”s over and over, he starts to sob shakily, also making you start to release the tears that were in your eyes.

Riddle takes care of you personally - brings you to bed, attempts to cooks for you, studies with you, anything he can do to gain your trust back.

“I- I’ll be better. A better person. For you, for everybody in Heartslabyul, for me.” Riddle was hiccuping from crying. You kissed Riddle’s cheek and stroked it, trying to wipe his tears from his face. “I know, Riddle. I can see you trying every day and you’re getting better and better.” It was true. You personally saw him interacting with students and knew his relationship with everyone was improving. With time, things will get a lot easier to process emotions and the feelings from that eventful day.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s practice session for Magift wasn’t going as planned. You noticed he was getting angrier and angrier with his poor plays while sitting on the sidelines.

When he finally had enough he grabbed the disc and turned it into sand, growling in anger. He shouted at his teammates and physically threatened them.

You felt your heart stop as your boyfriend continued to scream. The last thing you saw before falling was Epel’s shocked face as you hit the ground.

When you woke up, the team members were all circled around you, only to be scared away by Leona’s growling.

When you admitted you had PTSD from his overblot, he looked away in shame. The beastman didn’t say much - it’s not like he COULD say anything. He knew he was wrong at that moment but he was only frustrated at the game.

Leona tries to spend more time with you by pulling you into his arms when he naps. He mumbles softly about being sorry and telling you he loves you. You know that it’s a lot for him to even do that, so it means a lot to you.

As Leona held you in his arms, you couldn’t help but tighten your arm’s grip on his. “My little herbivore… I’m sorry..” It was a whisper. Almost quiet enough to the point of you not hearing it. Soon after, the soft rise and fall of his chest indicated he was asleep. Leona’s pride was high. He never expressed his feelings through words - but feeling his arms embrace you protectively, you knew how sorry he was and how regretful he was to make you feel so upset.

Azul Ashengrotto

It had been a few months since you’d seen Azul overblot. You figured everything had gone back to normal - you were dating steadily, which was going well, and Azul treated you well.

One day though, he lost his control. Under his own stress and when his business affairs weren’t going as well as planned, he blew up and you heard him scream at someone from the outside the VIP room - all too familiar to the yelling he did when he overblotted.

You felt stuck - your feet were planted outside of his office and your nerves got the better of your motor functions. You knew you loved Azul but that moment when you saw his insecurities and too much power getting a hold of him, you were truly scared. You barely remember registering any memories as things started to fade.

“Shrimpy wake up!!” You were suddenly being shaken about, earning a gasp from you. Azul sighed next to Floyd and Jade. He asked you what had happened - he found you outside his office in a daze.

Once you truthfully told him about your memories of his overblot his expression fell. Azul was emotional and his feelings of rejection would flare up. You would need to tell him you still love him because something in him will tell him you don’t.

Azul spoils you a bit and makes sure you are not present or in the area, working in the lounge only when he isn’t dealing with complicated contracts.

Azul is also happy you weren’t traumatized due to the fact you saw his octopus form - he was very worried about that possibility.

“Angelfish, tell me, what is it you want? Anything, I’ll give it to you, please just forgive me…” Azul tearfully grasped your hands in his, glasses fogging up. It was seldom at times you saw Azul break his smile. “A-Azul, you can’t just give me something to make me forget. I need to process this and I wouldn’t be surprised if other people need to, as well. Just… be there for me.” You spoke, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as your hand cupped his face. Azul freely let his tears run down his face. “Of course, angelfish. I promise.”

Jamil Viper

You were simply looking over at the view of the desert sand from the common room of Scarabia. It wasn’t long after Jamil’s overblot.

Things have changed in the dynamic of the dorm - him and Kalim were closer now that suppressed feelings could be free, Jamil gained the trust back from most if not all the members, and you both started dating.

The more you stared into the distance, the more it reminded you of that fateful day. Visions of the dark red stormy sky invaded your thoughts while you swore you could hear Jamil’s sinister laughter growing louder and louder.

Memories being hurled from the dorm to the cold desert sand invaded your senses as you fell to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, you flinched back when you saw Jamil so close to you, making his eyes look hurt. Jamil would surround you with soft pillows and a silk sheet he must have borrowed from Kalim.

Once he finally pries your feelings out of you after you don’t want to tell him the truth, Jamil looks pained. He didn’t want to hurt you.

Jamil would give you time to think, knowing how much alone time is valued. Whether you want him to give you space or spend time with him is up to you.

“I’m, I’m sorry, y/n…” his eyes dropped to look at the floor, ashamed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think about our relationship, if that’s what you want.” The weight he added to the bed was lifted as the raven haired boy started to walk away. “No, Jamil, please stay with me.” Your voice seemed to shock him. He turned and looked at you, surprised. “I like you for you. I know you were having a hard time, and it was scary for you too. We can get stronger together! So please… don’t leave me.” You pleaded, cursing your voice for sounding weaker than you intended. Jamil’s brown eyes softened and a smile, a genuine one at that, made its way to his face.

Vil Schoenheit

Surprise surprise, Vil was checking the internet search results to see who the most beautiful one of all was. Vil had recently shot a movie and the trailer had come out an hour prior.

When the phone had still said the name he dreaded, he threw his phone down in frustration, making you flinch. He didn’t even know you were in the vicinity, you were in the hallway looking into his room as his back faced you in his room.

When you spoke his name softly, he replied callously in his response, making you freeze. His demeanor was mean to say the least, his eyes looked tired and he just looked angry.

It reminded you all too much of his overblot, which happened a few weeks back. You slowly backed into a wall and started to whimper.

Vil would realize his errors quickly and come running to your aid. He coos and strokes your hair, telling you he was sorry for lashing out. When you tell him it reminded you of his overblot, guilt racks through him.

Vil hugs you tightly and apologizes over and over. He would definitely be one to spend an entire day devoted to spoiling you, taking you to your favorite restaurant, giving you personalized facials, and shopping with you.

Vil knows this won’t resolve the issue, but he’s going to let you know how much you mean to him and how sorry he is, over time.

Vil looked over your shaking form with trembling hands. His soft, slender hands came to grasp your own. “Y/N, Y/N please answer me..!” You could only look away. “Vil, it reminded me of your… your overblot! I’m sorry…” your tears flowed freely now, staining your cheeks. You always thought you looked ugly when you cried so this only felt like salt in the wound. When Vil looked at you now, his eyes were looking into yours, deeper into you than what you physically offered. “I… that must have been scary for you, Y/N. I’m truly, so sorry. You had to see an ugly side of me that I never want to come out again.”

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