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octoberclidan · 11 months

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Come Back to Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: I had an idea that Dean and the reader are dating. One day she feels so insecure, and like Dean doesn’t really love her the way she is. So she finds a witch to cast a spell on her and make her model skinny. Then when Dean finds out he’s not happy and wants his girl back to normal.

Note: There is talk of insecurities around body weight in this, so don't read it if you're triggered by that kind of thing.

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Team Free Will was out for celebratory drinks. It had been a good day, they'd arrived back in the bunker after a long drive and Dean had cooked everyone burgers and fries, and they had finished every last bite; no one could resist Dean's cooking. He liked to cook for everyone whenever they were in the bunker, especially after a long hunt, since everyone got tired of cheap diner food while out on cases. Everyone loved Dean's cooking, and it usually made them all feel a lot better after a long hunt or training session, and [Y/N] was no exception.

They had to keep their strength up for hunts, so [Y/N] spent a lot of free time training with Dean. Sam often asked if she wanted to join him on jogs, but cardio wasn't really her thing, she was more into strength training. [Y/N] was strong. Not as strong as either Sam or Dean, but strong enough to defend herself against demons, werewolves, and vampires. One time she had fought off three werewolves at once on her own, since both Sam and Dean had been knocked out. It was one of the things Dean really admired about her, sometimes on hunts he would pause what he was doing, just for a moment, to watch her take down a monster. Of course he would jump in if she needed it, she wasn't immune to injury or making mistakes, but he knew when she was handling it herself. It always filled him with a sense of pride watching her, since he'd trained her to be a hunter himself after he'd met her on a wendigo hunt several years earlier.

[Y/N] was plus sized. She had been most of her adult life; though she was strong, her muscles weren't defined on the outside. It had never really been something she'd cared about, she knew her body and she knew what worked for her. Sure, her weight had fluctuated in the past, she'd tried several diets, she'd tried laying off the weight training and focusing more on cardio, but she found that all of that lead to a loss in strength, and she needed her strength for fighting off monsters. So, she was happy with her body. At least, she was until that evening in the bar.

That evening they were in their favourite local bar, celebrating their successful hunt. [Y/N], Sam, and Cas were all sitting in a booth enjoying their recount of how well the hunt had gone. Sam and Cas sat opposite [Y/N] while Dean was up at the bar ordering their drinks. Sam and Cas were discussing a new spell they'd come across on the hunt when [Y/N] looked over to the bar to see what was taking Dean so long. No surprise, he was leaning on the bar talking to the tall, fit looking pretty woman behind it. She was giggling at something Dean had said and [Y/N] couldn't stop the sting of jealously she felt when she saw him give the woman his signature smirk and her cheeks blush in response. Dean and [Y/N] were casually dating. They'd never been in a fully committed relationship, but they had slept together on a regular basis for a couple of years, and they went on dates, like out to the movies or for picnics during the summer. Living in a secret bunker made it difficult to bring other dates home, so Dean and [Y/N] had gradually started to end up in each other's beds not long after they found the bunker, only having one night stands with strangers when they were out on the road away from Lebanon. As time had gone on, they both stopped seeking one night stands with strangers, but they'd never discussed being exclusive, and they never had a real discussion about their relationship.

The romantic dates they had weren't overly frequent, but the sex usually was. They'd had celebratory sex, comfort sex, boredom sex, and 'last-night-on-earth-sex', more than a few times. Dean was hot, he knew it too, and his confidence just added to [Y/N]'s attraction to him. He made her feel attractive too. He would touch every inch of her, kiss every bit of exposed skin. The first time she'd been naked in front of him she'd felt a bit insecure, but the hungry look in his eyes quickly replaced every insecure thought in her mind with pure desire.

They hadn't had sex with each other in the last three months, which was unusual. They hadn't really been in the bunker much, at least not at the same time, and motel rooms were often shared with Sam and Cas. There had been an explosion of werewolf cases six months ago when one went on a road trip infecting people in every town he stopped in. The current celebration in the bar was extra special since they'd finally tracked the werewolf down and had killed him. They'd even managed to cure the last two victims he'd infected before it was too late. [Y/N] was hoping for some late night celebratory sex with Dean later, she hadn't slept with anyone else over the last three months either.

"You'd think he'd be nice enough to at least get our drinks first". [Y/N] was pulled from her thoughts by Sam's voice. She looked over to him to see him glaring at the bar, and following his gaze she saw the pretty woman had come out from behind the bar and was now basically sitting on Dean's lap since he was now sitting up on a stool, her hand feeling the muscles in his upper arm, his hand around her waist. The jealously [Y/N] had felt before grew stronger now. Not just from the attention that the other woman was getting from Dean, but also the fact that [Y/N] couldn't see herself being able to sit on Dean's lap on a bar stool. She knew she'd be too heavy, she knew if she did that she'd get funny looks from the people in the bar, and she knew it would be uncomfortable for Dean. She knew she'd look stupid doing what this woman made look effortless, natural... weightless.

"[Y/N]? You with us?" She looked over to Sam who looked concerned. "I asked what drink you wanted, I'll get them". He said when he saw he had her attention. Sam was aware of his brother's bedroom adventures with [Y/N], having walked in on them by accident not long after after started sleeping together, but he didn't know if they actually had feelings for each other since they never acted like a couple around him or Cas.

"Actually I think I'm just gonna head back to the bunker, I'm pretty tired". She gave him a small smile and began to get up from her seat.

"Would you like me to walk with you?" Cas asked but she shook her head, giving him a smile too.

"No, you guys enjoy your night, I'll see you tomorrow". She put on her jacket and made her way to the door, careful not to look towards Dean's direction. The short walk back to the bunker was dark and cold, and [Y/N]'s mind was focused on the image of the woman sitting on Dean's lap the entire way back. She couldn't help the feeling of insecurity creep into her, and she felt her eyes start to tear up as she got to the entrance to the bunker. She made her way to her bed, not bothering to undress, and lay on top of the covers staring up at the ceiling. She'd never felt this insecure about her own body before, and she'd seen Dean flirt with other girls before, so she didn't know why she felt so bad in this moment. Thoughts that she'd never had before began to circle around in her head. Was her relationship with Dean not exclusive because of her body? Was he only intimate with her out of convenience? Maybe if she was thinner, lighter, more like the women in the magazines she often found him staring at, then he'd be happy to only be with her. Maybe then his eyes wouldn't wander so much, maybe then he'd be hers and hers only. Maybe if she wasn't so big he'd have found time for some alone time with her over the last three months, maybe he was losing interest completely. She thought about cutting down on her food intake, cutting down on the strength training, and increasing her cardio workouts. She groaned and turned onto her side, pulling the pillow up to her face to muffle her frustrated scream even thought she knew she was alone. Losing all that weight was going to take a long time. She couldn't just stop eating, and change her exercises, the boys would notice and would make her stop before she got anywhere. She needed a quick fix, something that would get her to where she wanted to be before anyone could stop her.

Before the boys got back, she dragged herself to the bunker's library, hoping to find something in there. She spent an hour looking through old books trying to find a spell, potion, or object of some kind that could do what she wanted, but she couldn't find anything. Researching wasn't really her thing, she didn't know how the books were catalogued or how to know which section to look in. She sat down at a desk after flicking through another useless book and leant her head into her hands, looking down and sighing. Her phone buzzed and she looked over to it to see a text from Sam.

Sam: Hey, you okay? We're missing you over here, feel free to come back, either myself or Cas can come over and walk you back?

She smiled at the text. She loved Sam and Cas, they were family to her and had treated her like a proper member of the team since day one. She couldn't help but notice that Dean's name was left off the text, obviously he was still busy with the woman from the bar. She sent Sam back a quick text thanking him from the offer but said she was going to bed instead. Before she locked her phone again, she had an idea. Flicking through her contacts, she found Rowena's name. Before she could change her mind, she sent her a text saying she needed help, something for Cas, since she knew Rowena had a soft spot for the boys and would be less likely to turn her down if it was for one of them and not her. Once she knew Rowena was on her way, she lay her phone back down and sighed, she wasn't going to talk herself out of doing this.

***

"You want me to do what?" Rowena asked. She had arrived not long after [Y/N] sent the text, and was standing in the library looking quite annoyed that she'd been lied to.

"Please, Rowena. Just do this for me and I'll owe you one".

"I do this for you and I'll have an angry Winchester hunting me down". Rowena placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows at [Y/N].

"Dean? You really don't have to worry about him. I'll just tell him I did it myself with some spell I found in the archives. Why would he care whether you made me skinny or not? It's my body".

"Are you two not an 'item'?"

"We're... it's complicated. Can you do it or not?"

"Oh I can do it. It's not very powerful magic, any old witch could find a spell like that and cast it". Rowena scoffed. She looked at [Y/N] who was giving her a pleading look and she rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll do the spell. But you will owe me one".

"Thank you". [Y/N] breathed out, sighing in relief. "When can you do it?"

"I can do it now if you like, I know one of my grimoires has a spell that should do the trick, simple enough ingredients that should be around here, if you let me look". [Y/N] knew that giving Rowena the chance to freely look through the bunker's magical items and spell ingredients wasn't the best idea, and the boys would definitely be angry if they found out, but she cared more about going through with the spell in that moment, so she agreed. Rowena gave her half the list of ingredients to look for, mostly herbs it seemed, and the two of them began looking through the database that Sam had been working on to list the bunker's supplies.

Only thirty minutes later and they met back at the library with everything they needed. Once they had everything set up, Rowena turned to [Y/N]. "Are you still sure?"

"Yes". [Y/N] didn't hesitate for a second. "Can we hurry up? I want to clear up everything before they arrive home".

"Yes, yes, no need to rush me, this won't take more than five minutes. You'll want to sit down for it though, unless you want to risk falling to the ground. This requires taking something from you, you'll lose a lot of energy". Rowena explained.

"Okay, yeah I'll just sit here then". [Y/N] said as she sat down on one of the couches in the library. She looked up at Rowena and nodded, letting her know she was ready.

The spell was short and simple. [Y/N] felt her body start to change as soon as Rowena said the last word of the incantation

She looked down to see her stomach shrink, then her thighs, her arms, even her fingers. She lifted her hands up to feel her face, and she could feel that her jaw was more defined, her neck felt thinner too, and she could feel that her collar bones were sticking out a bit now too. "Well, I think it's safe to say it worked". Rowena looked pleased at herself as she closed her grimoire. "Just remember that this is something you'll need to maintain yourself, the spell simply changed your body, it's not going to keep it like that". [Y/N] nodded in understanding, now feeling very drowsy. "You best get to bed before you pass out". Rowena said as she began walking towards the door. "I'll let you know when I need a favour in return".

[Y/N] pushed herself off the couch and stumbled as she stood up, gripping the table in front of her. Her body was definitely lighter, and her arms were definitely weaker, which left her with a strange feeling of being off balance. She shook her head quickly in an attempt to clear some of the drowsiness, and quickly cleared away the candles and evidence of spellwork. She made it to her bed and crawled under the covers, her bed feeling a lot bigger than it had earlier. She let her eyes close as her tireness got the better of her, and only several moments later she was fast asleep.

***

"[Y/N]? You awake?" Sam's voice was quiet inside her room. He stood in the doorway, slightly confused since it was late, well into the night, but [Y/N] had left her door open and her bedroom light was still on, and she was under her covers. When she didn't answer, he walked over to her bed and pulled the covers down slightly to see if she was asleep. "What the fuck?" His confusion increased ten fold when he saw her. Her shoulders and upper arms were thin, no evidence of her muscles or the body weight she'd been carrying only a few hours ago when she'd left the bar, and her face was a lot thinner than it had been too, almost unrecognisable from the side. "Cas?!" Sam called over his shoulder before returning his focus to [Y/N]. "Hey, [Y/N], wake up". He shook her shoulder and was shocked at how thin she felt under his hand, it just felt like skin and bone.

"Sam? What's wrong?" Cas asked from the doorway.

"Something's happened to [Y/N], she's like a skeleton and she won't wake up, can you do something?" Sam's voice sounded frantic, and he stepped aside so Cas could put his hand on her forehead.

"She seems drained. No energy, like she hasn't slept for days. I don't know what happened but it appears to just be her weight that's been affected; her body fat and muscles. Her mind is fine". He took his hand away and pulled the covers back up over her. "She should be fine, she is a little bit underweight but not dangerously, she should wake up on her own in a few hours".

"That doesn't just happen to someone Cas. Do you think she touched something cursed? What if a witch cursed her? We need to look for a hex bag". Sam started to look under her bed, and Cas nodded and began checking her pockets. They searched her room, her bag, and the pockets of all her clothes but they couldn't find anything.

"Maybe it was a pishtaco? Maybe she ran into one on the way home?" Sam asked.

"Between the bar and here? In Lebanon?" Cas asked, knowing [Y/N] doing something to herself was probably more likely, but Sam didn't seem to think so.

"We should check her for a mark". Sam said as he lifted up [Y/N]'s now very baggy top to check her back, but there was nothing. They checked her stomach and legs too, grimacing at how thin she was, but there was no mark anywhere. "I'm gonna call Dean". Sam said, taking out his phone.

"Sam, there is a possibility that she did something on purpose".

"Why would she do that?"

"I think it's possible that the woman in the bar with Dean had something to do with it".

"You think the bartender was a witch? Or... oh". Sam stopped and looked down at her, finally realising that [Y/N] probably did do something herself. "You really think she'd do something that drastic?" He asked, leaning down to pull the covers back up over her and brushing her hair out of her face. Cas sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"She did seem a bit upset at the bar".

"I'll go and find Dean, try and get him home and sobered up before she wakes up. Can you watch over her while I'm gone?" Sam asked as he started to walk towards the door.

"Of course". Cas said as he sat down on the end of [Y/N]'s bed. Sam took one more look at [Y/N]'s small body under the covers before leaving to find his brother and hopefully get him to help.

***

Dean was angry. Sam had found him still in the bar and had dragged him home, not letting him finish the beer he'd been halfway through, after pulling the bartender off him. Sam had sat him down in the kitchen and made him drink water before throwing a glass of it in his face, which definitely helped sober him up a bit. "She did what?" He asked, pushing himself up from the kitchen table after Sam finished explaining how he'd found [Y/N].

"Well I don't know exactly what she did, but yeah both Cas and I think she did something". Sam said, pushing Dean back down into his chair. "Just calm down a bit, okay? She hasn't woken up yet, Cas said she'll be out for another couple of of hours". Sam could see that Dean was trying to control his breathing, his jaw was clenched and his hands were tight in fists leaning on the table.

"I'm going to see her". Dean said as he stood up again, Sam moved to push him back down but Dean caught his arm this time. "Sam." He warned, glaring at his younger brother. "Don't push it". He pushed past Sam and stalked out into the hall, marching straight to [Y/N]'s room.

"Hello Dean". Cas said from [Y/N]'s bed.

"Where is she?" He asked, not even noticing her under the covers.

"She's right here, but she's still asleep". Cas said, standing up and gesturing towards [Y/N]. Dean walked towards the bed and pulled the covers back to her shoulders, the blood in his face draining as he saw what she looked like. He dropped to his knees beside her bed and couldn't help the tears from forming in his eyes.

"Why would she do this?" He whispered, looking up at Cas. Cas gently put his hand on Dean's shoulder before looking down at [Y/N].

"I don't know Dean, you'll have to talk to her when she wakes up".

"Can you leave us? I want it to just be me here when she wakes up". Dean asked, standing up from the floor. Cas nodded and left, closing the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, Dean kicked off his shoes, jacket, and jeans, and pulled back the covers to get into the bed. He carefully pulled [Y/N] over to lie on his chest, cringing at how light and fragile she felt. "What did you do to yourself Sweetheart?" He whispered, lightly stroking her cheek. He held her like like for two hours, all sorts of thoughts running through his mind. He couldn't understand why she'd change her body like that, how was she going to hunt anything without any muscles? How would he be able to train with her without worrying about hurting her? Was this his fault? Had he done something to make her feel like she had to change? He leaned his head back against the bed's headboard, just waiting for her to wake up.

He felt her stirring beneath him after not much longer, and he looked down to see her start to open her eyes. "[Y/N]"? He whispered, stroking her arm. "You awake Sweetheart?"

She swallowed and slowly nodded, becoming aware of the fact that she was lying on top of Dean and there was no hiding what she'd done now. "Yeah". She whispered back, and started to pick at his t-shirt nervously.

"What did you do?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm and quiet. She shrugged and didn't say anything. He looked up to the ceiling, trying to think about what to say next. He pushed her back so he could see her face, but she wouldn't make eye contact with him. "[Y/N], I need you to tell me what you did and why".

"Are you angry?" She asked quietly.

Dean sighed. "I'm not going to lie to you, yeah, I'm pretty pissed with you right now. I need you to tell me what you did so we can undo it". Her eyes darted up to him as he said that and she immediately shook her head.

"We're not undoing it".

"[Y/N]..." He groaned, shifting so he could swing his legs out of the bed and turned so he was sitting with his back to her, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. "Tell me why you did this".

"It sounds kinda stupid". She mumbled, looking down in shame, realising how much she'd let her insecurities get the best of her.

"I don't care, just tell me why". He said, turning back around to face her. "Please".

"I... I wanted to be like that woman from the bar. Like the women in the magazines you like to look at, like a model. I want to be thin so you cab pull me onto your lap like you could with that woman. I want to be skinny so you're not ashamed to be seen romantically with me in public. I want to look good enough for you not to want anyone else". She said. "I want you to be attracted to me".

"I am attracted to you [Y/N]".

"Not really, Dean. I know I'm not your type. You only sleep with me when it's convenient. You only go on dates with me when there's nothing better to do".

"You are my type".

"Dean... I'm not. You like tall, thin, pretty women".

"Yeah, I do". Dean said and [Y/N] looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I like hot women". He shrugged. "I'm attracted to hot women whether they're tall, short, thin, bigger, blonde, brunette, curly hair, straight hair... I'm not attracted to certain adjectives [Y/N]. I'm attracted to you. You really think I'd have slept with you as many times as we have if I didn't find you attractive? I think you're beautiful".

"What about the bar woman? Why did you want her instead of me tonight?"

"I didn't... I just... I didn't know you cared that much about it. I thought you and me were casual".

"We are". She muttered, laying back down and turning away from Dean.

"Do you not want to be?" He asked and watched as she shrugged. "[Y/N], I want more with you. I'm just worried that if we're in a proper relationship and then something happens and I lose you, I wouldn't be able to recover". He sighed, lying back down beside her. She turned over and looked at him.

"Do you think it would be easy if you lost me now?" She asked.

"No, of course not. I guess I'm already emotionally attached whether I intended to be or not". He chuckled. "If you want exclusivity, we can do that. I'm all yours if you still want me". Her face softened as he said that and a smile tugged at her lips. "I do have one condition though, you undo whatever crap you did to yourself". Her smiled dropped again and she rolled onto her back. "[Y/N], you can't fight like this, a gust of wind would blow you over, never mind a werewolf or a demon".

"Rowena does just fine and she's tiny". She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Rowena? She's a witch! She's relied on magic her entire life. If Rowena lost her magic tomorrow she wouldn't know where to begin with trying to fend off a fly". Dean said and [Y/N] couldn't help but chuckle. "Did Rowena have something to do with this?" He prodded, taking advantage of the lightening mood and she nodded. "Okay, I'll call her in the morning and we'll get this spell or whatever she did reversed".

"Are you sure you're attracted to my normal body? I know I'm big".

"Yes, [Y/N], I'm sure. I find you sexy as hell. Those thighs of yours fit perfectly around my head. My hands just want to touch your stomach constantly. There is nothing hotter than watching you take on a vampire by yourself and overpower them. We all love you just as you are naturally. I love you".

"You... love me?"

"Yes". He reached over and stroked her cheek.

"I love you too". She smiled at him and he leaned down to press his lips to hers. It was a gentle kiss, he was very aware of the fact that she was still weak and tired. When she tried to deepen it he pulled back and shook his head. "As soon as we get the real you back, as soon as you come back to me, we're staying in bed all day and I'm going to do all sorts of things to that body of yours. We're waiting until you have your proper body back though, no fooling around before then". She complained but he pulled her back onto his chest and pulled the covers back up over them. He kissed the top of her head and couldn't help as his mind wandered to all of the things they were going to do once Rowena fixed everything.

The end

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stellar-constellations · 8 months

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Hello, i dont know if you're taking requests at the moment, but I was wondering if you could do a denji x little sister reader. You can write whatever you want. Also, sorry if this is wordy. This is my first time asking for to be written.

Platonic! Little sister! (Y/N) x Denji

You're the most important female in his life, not even Makima could compare to you. If you even utter a word about disliking Makima, all of a sudden his feelings are dropped. "Makima who?"

If you're a normal civilian, Denji's always going to make sure you're somewhere nice and safe before even thinking about hunting a devil. If you're a devil hunter, well, tough luck; Denji's still going to be protective of you and make the job take even longer than necessary because of his rebuttals. He just wants to make sure you're safe!

Can and will fight anyone who insults you. Yes, you may live on the streets with him. Yes, you might've not had a shower in who knows how long. Yes, your hair is matted, but they don't have the right to insult you. Denji might be a skinny person, but he's been on the streets since he was a kid with you (and he's a devil hunter) so he knows how to fight. Even when he does have his (Aki's) apartment and someone picks on you, well, he now has his own trash can to dump their remains in instead of a local dumpster.

Denji will always make sure you eat your food; especially your vegetables. No buts! You need to stay healthy!

Denji would actually die if something bad ever happens to you. He lost his mother and got placed into a shitty situation thanks to his dead dad, you're the only one left in his life and he'll fight tooth and nail to make sure you stay with him.

Denji was a little afraid that you wouldn't like Pochita when he brought him to your little shack one day. He really grew a bond with Pochita, but he doesn't want you to be upset or scared of the devil dog. He was very happy when you accepted Pochita with open arms.

Denji will let you use his jacket as a blanket. You can cuddle up with him and Pochita too if you're too cold. He knows he doesn't have much to provide for you (and he feels awful about it) but he wants to make sure you're at least warm at night.

Denji will always make sure you and Pochita eat first before him. Your needs come before his own.

When Denji moves in with Aki and Power, he's very cautious of them (especially Aki). Denji wants to make sure Aki and Power won't hurt you, so he's always keeping a watchful eye on them.

Denji was more lenient on Power. Of course, he still kept an eye open at all times, but he was glad to find you and her roughhousing one day (yes, you got hurt since she couldn't control her strength. She was really sorry about it but refused to admit it, so she let you play with Meowy all day).

Aki slowly started to gain Denji's trust when Denji miserably failed to make your favorite food on your birthday. Denji woke up extra early to surprise you but was having so much trouble that Aki smelt burnt food and ended up waking up. He found Denji dumping out another batch of burnt food and ended up helping him (just so he didn't waste all his money on restocking the groceries). Yes, Denji took all the credibility. No, Aki did not care enough to try and correct him.

Manga spoilers ahead, so if you don't know who Nayuta is, don't read!

When Nayuta comes into the picture, Denji was a little hesitant of it. Two kids to take care of? He can barely take care of himself on good days! Kishibe insisted that Denji take Nayuta in so he really didn't have much of a choice.

There's some silent jealousy between the two of you, but Denji is too dense to realize it. Denji thinks you two stare at each other because you're very curious and excited to become friends/sisters! Denji was very relieved to see you both coloring together (Nayuta was ruining your zebra with red crayon, so you ruined her dog with a blue one).

When you and Nayuta finally got along with each other, Denji finally realized the rivalry the two of you had going on. He felt a little bad that he didn't realize sooner since he could've tried to help you two get along, but he's really glad that you both were able to set aside your differences to focus on your main goal: care for your big brother, Denji!

Now you and Nayuta do everything together! Drawing, watching TV, playing at the playground, you're basically inseparable twins! You even share the same classroom together (if you're around her age). If you're older than Nayuta, you drop her off at her school and pick her up when it's over. Nayuta is always bouncing with unseen excitement when she sees you and Denji from her school gates, ready to take her home.

I really hope you like dogs because Denji has a lot of them now that Makima's gone. Denji will build a fence in his apartment to keep them out of your room if you're allergic or dislike them. If you do like them, that's great! You can help Denji and Nayuta walk them, feed them, bathe them; it'll be fun!

Denji really loves you and Nayuta and is very protective of you. He knows you and him have had a hard uprising, he just wants to make sure you're happy and content with the life you have now with him, Nayuta, and many dogs. If you're not happy, he'll try his darn best to make it better for you.

Thank you for my first request! I'm happy to be of service! (The Denji Drought on Tumblr and any other website is serious, stay hydrated y'all).

I hope you enjoyed this! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! I have a masterlist on who I write for on my profile. This applies to anyone!

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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I saw the recent request from skinny lector, I loved it, I felt identified, idk if it's not much, I could request the same but with my favs lilia, jamil, vil and rook, when skinny lector fem would like to be more voluptuous (like more curves kdjsj) but because of her metabolism she can't gain weight and this frustrates her :(( , tenks ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

his unwavering support

Characters: Lilia, Jamil, Vil, Rook

Synopsis: Your body's metabolism can be frustrating, but at least he's right here to support you.

Tags: body image issues, comfort, fluff, bot proofread

Word count: 813

Notes: as always, i hope everyone can be happy and comfortable in their own skin and body!

Part 1 ✧ Masterlist

he thinks it's a human thing, but he's very supportive nonetheless

he finds you perfect in all ways, and really it's your spirit that has captivated him

but he'd encourage you to be what you want to be

this old fae is just happy to see you happy

and he's extra ready to help you by making sure you're eating enough nutrients of course!

he's raised silver, and now he'll take good care of you too!

but the recipes always seen rather lacking...

no worries, he'll just add more nutrients!

don't pay heed to the ominous smell and colour, it's totally not edible!

yeahh maybe you shouldn't let him make food for you

still he'll be all the more willing to support you

he'll pop in at random hours of the day to see if you're hungry, and thankfully he'll give you ready made snacks

just, for your sake, don't eat his cooking

"Beastie! There you are." Lilia rushes up to you with a basket in hand. "I have prepared a dish for us to share. Please, do give it a try. I promise it's not as bad as it looks," he beams, but the less than pleasant smell is more than enough for you to doubt his words.

Jamil is very understanding and supportive of your insecurities

he truly loves you for who you are, and he couldn't be more grateful that you love him

but he understands that's just how insecurities work and he'd try his best to help you

he's a great listener, so he's always here to lend you an ear if you feel the need to rant

ever the practical and mindful thinker, he'd also offer practical advice on, life habits, diets, and even self-confidence tips

if you like his cooking, he's all the more willing to cook for you

always extends an invitation to you to kalim's banquets

and he makes sure to save a portion for you to eat later, so when you eventually get hungry, he can easily heat it up and serve it to you

keeps snacks on him at all times just in case you're suddenly hungry

all in all, he’s very accommodating and he’ll adapt to your every need

"Ya amar, is the food to your liking?" Jamil asks, reaching over with a napkin to gently wipe your cheek of sauce. At your nod, he smiles contentedly. "I'm glad, take your time and eat slowly, there's plently more left." He says as he starts eating his own plate.

he understands what it feels like to want to change yoruself

he himself has worked incredibly hard to achieve his own desired physique

but definitely emphasizes self-acceptance and confidence regardless of physical appearance

he'll love you regardless for who you are, even better when you're happy and confident in your own skin

he'll encourage you to work hard towards your goals

makes use of his knowledge on diets and nutrition, high protein smoothies!

once you've set yourself realistic goals, he'll be there every step of the way to make sure you're not slacking off

beware, he's a strict coach once he's invested

when he sees you in school, he'll chastise you on eating your meals and staying hydrated properly

you will not hurt your body to pursue your ideals, absolutely not on his watch

he'll sprinkle in bits of affection here and there to keep you motivated, so keep at it!

"Darling, I don't want you to feel like you have to change yourself. You are perfect just the way you are," Vil says, before laying a sweet peck on your forehead. "No one else would ever be worthy of being my lover, please know that." His breath tickles your forehead.

Rook finds beauty in anything and everything, but he can't deny he has a bias towards you

he'll genuinely be confused, but he's careful about asking you to elaborate your insecurities

he would never want to hurt your feelings

he definitely he waxes poetry about your beauty

he can be a little bit dramatic, but he means well

but man, he could go on for days about how your smile sends butterflies to his stomach

it's kind of a, he won't shut up about it so you'll have to accept his compliments

all the while, he’ll still support you whenever you need though

he understands that this is what you want, and he’ll be there for you every step of the way

literally

stalking showing up randomly throughout the day to make sure his beloved is doing well

your huntsman is… very devoted

"Mon chou, you are beautiful just the way you are. Beauty is not just about shape or size. It's the inner essence that makes a person shine. I am fascinated by everything that you are, and I hope that you can find the same joy within yourself. Je suis là pour toi, toujours."

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feral-ffa · 1 year

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Ever wondered how those instagram foodie account girls stay skinny even though they're eating 5 items from a different trendy restaurant every day?

You had idly wondered that, but most of all you just couldn't believe your luck when you finally sealed the deal with a cute and sweet rising star foodie.

The first time the two of you went out for a content shooting dinner, it was to a nice fusion sit down place. She told you she'd mostly just talk to her tripod. All you had to do was get some close up shots of crispy crusts and cheese pulls and then just not eat till she had all the footage she needed. Easy trade off for a free dinner with a beautiful girl!

When the waiter came around, she rattled off an order of two house cocktails, two apps, and three entrees, before turning to you and asking you to pick your favorite entree too. You obliged, ordering pineapple fried rice.

When the food came out, she started taking pictures and recording, and she was still working on the appetizers when the 4 big entrees came to the table. You did your best suppressing your hunger and helping her get the perfect shot of her sampling each dish. When she was done and told you to dig in, you both started devouring the still-warm food. But you had to state the obvious. "There's no way we can finish all this."

She waved you off. "We'll take the rest in to-go boxes. Not like it's going to waste."

Still, it seemed like a shame to not have the food hot and fresh out of the kitchen. She got full shortly, but you plugged on, finishing the entirety of the lettuce wraps and spring roll appetizers, both desserts she ordered, and the sweet and saucy pork adobo. It felt like you barely put a dent in the other dishes, so you got to go boxes.

As full as you felt leaving, the siren call of leftovers lured you to the fridge twice more that night.

~~~~~~~

And so it went, your girlfriend taking you to snack joints and restaurants to help film, and you doing your best to clean the plates after. You never truly could though, always bested by her choice of rich cuisines or gimmicky posts ranking every kind of cronut or rice dog a place offered.

Until you all went to a fancy prix fixe place she had fought to get reservations for. You each got five modest portions of perfectly cooked food and you cleaned yours up no problem. She had started to get winded by the meat course and only had half of her dessert.

"Finally a member of the clean plate club, huh?" she teased as she snapped a picture of the receipt.

"Well they give you those small fancy portions," you protested. "Two bites of quail. Two bites of steak. Three raviolis. Tastes good though."

She just laughed and gave you an affectionate pat on the tummy.

~~~~~~~

You did find yourself having to size up your clothes as the seasons changed, but again, you considered it a reasonable tradeoff for the pampered life you were now living.

"I hope you're ready for this," your girlfriend chided you on the way to the state fair in the summer. She was partnering with them for a series of 'everything I ate at the state fair' videos, which of course was actually going to be everything you ate.

You faithfully videoed her taking the first bite of what felt like a million little snacks, making sure to capture her reaction. Wide eyes at the cheese pull from a mozzarella stick, unimpressed at a dry turkey leg, laughing as she got a good angle to chomp down on tornado fries, smiling in pleasure at cherry topped funnel cake.

Soon as she was satisfied with the footage, she would pass the greasy treat off to you and drag you to the next line. You lost count of all the fair food you hurriedly plowed through that day, the hand dipped corn dogs, berry shortcakes, bbq sandwiches, and fried oreos.

The shoot ended with you finishing off a huge fresh squeezed cold lemonade she had taken one (1) sip of. It was the only thing you had room for, and you felt it filling in the gaps in your already food-stuffed gut. You waddled after her to the petting zoo, where she wanted to treat herself to some baby animal cuddles as a reward for getting all the footage and b-roll she needed before sundown.

Before you sat on the bench outside for a breather, you noticed your stuffed belly peeking out of your shirt. Sure you just ate nearly everything the fair had to offer, but this was a new XXL shirt! You glanced at her inside the pen, scratching a piglet behind the ears.

"The pigs are my favorite."

"Yeah, I bet."

~~~~~~~

You went ahead and bought new shirts and pants again. As time passed you got better at eating as much of your girlfriend's orders as possible in one sitting. You especially looked forward to when she did collab videos with her friends. They'd reserve a long table and it would be laden with over a dozen meals. You got to try everything, eat as much as you wanted of your favorites, and there would still be leftovers.

One night before going out to film at a sushi restaurant, she warned you, "this is a hand roll place and i booked us the omakase menu, it's $250 for 6 small bites."

You helped her get pics and enjoyed the delicious savory raw seafood, but she caught the downcast look on your face and the hand on your belly after you left.

"Don't tell me you're still hungry?"

"You aren't?"

"No, I actually finished every course. Even the miso soup."

"Well I'm used to cleaning up after you don't finish every course!" You wrapped your arms around her, and pulled her in close to whisper in her ear. "You always pick where we go, can I choose somewhere just this once?"

"Let me guess," she said as she leaned into your soft belly. "You want to stop at mcdonalds?"

So the two of you stopped at the drive thru, chatting and laughing in the car as you worked your way through a big bag of burgers and fries.

~~~~~~~

You continued to feel grateful for this lifestyle, but you were especially excited when your girlfriend told you she booked a reservation at Pina's Table, a new Italian restaurant that was already getting lots of buzz on the socials.

When you arrived for your reservation, both in nicer clothes for the opening weekend, you were shown to a intimate booth near the back. You felt a little nervous sliding in, as you could just barely fit. But before long you were more focused on the menu. After she ordered her usual sampler spread of two apps, two cocktails and three entrees, the waiter turned to you for your selection, and you decided to be bolder today.

"How about the chicken marsala. And the baked ziti."

Both of your selections looked so good when they arrived, you could barely stop drooling while filming her slicing open a burrata and tasting the spaghetti all'amatriciana. It felt like a million years passed before she gave you the OK to dig in.

You started off sampling a little bit of everything, and it was of course just as good as expected. You were enjoying a mouthful of ziti when the flash from her phone went off. Startled, you looked up. Had she forgotten to get a picture of something?

"Sorry," she blushed, putting her phone back down. "You're enjoying yourself so much, I just wanted to save it to remember."

You laughed. "If that's good, just wait till after I'm done."

You dug into the warm food, savoring the light burrata and tomato salad and the heavier mushroom ravioli and amatriciana. You ate with relish for what seemed like ages until you started to feel the table pushing into your swollen stomach.

Exhausted, you leaned back, against the soft booth, your fullness finally catching up to you. You subtly opened the top button of your pants, letting your belly flow out to bump the table again. There was still so much of each entree left....

You were spared from the eternal dilemma by the chef, a young and energetic guy, coming to the table to drop off a sampling of cannoli and gelato. Your girlfriend jumped up excitedly to shake his hand and take selfies, and passed the phone to you to you could take a couple pictures of them... after you struggled to haul yourself to your feet.

"Thank you so much for helping get the word out," she chef thanked her profusely. "Pina's Table is my baby. I'm thrilled how many people turned out for it."

"Thank you so much for inviting us!" Your girlfriend chirped in reply. "Everything was delicious."

"I'm thrilled you enjoyed it! It's a labor of love." The chef clapped her on the shoulder before turning to you. "And of course your seal approval means just as much too! Seems like you enjoyed, huh?" He gave your belly a playful poke.

"I wouldn't be where I am now without the belly behind the account," your girlfriend agreed, reaching over to give your tummy another squeeze, jostling out a small burp.

The pair of them shared another laugh and selfie before the chef left to go gladhand some other tables.

"Should we get the to-go boxes?" she asked, patting you gently on the butt as you squeezed yourself back into the booth.

"I think I have a little room left."

You pulled the plate of ravioli in front of you and started working on it again as she took a short video of the desserts.

'The belly behind the account,' huh? You could get used to that.

#soft feedism #weight gain #wg fiction #female feeder #feedee pov #gender-neutral feedee #which is not how i intended this but #i was scrolling foodie IG trying to go back to sleep in the middle of the night and when i couldn't i just got up and wrote this in one sho #without putting any consideration into pov or how long it wound up being #feral rantings #anyway hope u enjoy

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pinesfamilyguidetotheweird · 7 months

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Gravity Falls Thoughts: Ford and Trauma™ (Part 01; because I know I'm turning this into a multi-part series)

So...when you start to think about it, Ford has been through a lot. Because of Gravity Falls' nature as a 2-season Disney cartoon, I feel that we've only scratched the surface of all the crap this man went through.

And thanks to the fandom...good Lord in Heaven, all the flippin' Trauma!!! Sweet Moses...

I mean, other than Bill Cipher and Weirdmageddon, Ford has a level of trauma that not a lot of people have.

Of course, Ford isn't the only one with Trauma™. Really, all four of the Pines are traumatized in some way. I mostly want to focus on Ford for now.

Now, most of the trauma Ford is given is fan speculation/interpretation. The thing is though, is that these traumas would make sense if Gravity Falls was given a more serious direction. (sort of like Steven Universe, a show that is more emotionally driven)

Okay...first things first, nutrition.

In a previous post I've made (I think it was about the Feral Ford headcanon; which I may or may not go into further detail in this series), I said something along the lines of how Ford wouldn't be all that bothered by weird looking food or could even stomach strange food combinations.

While a part of me still thinks this, another one thinks of something else thanks to reading a lot of fanfics of his essentially living off of nutrient pills.

This is from Ford having to be constantly on the move to avoid Bill's reach during his travels. I'd imagine it's a rare occurrence for him to be able to sit down and have a decent meal, either at an establishment or even hunting for food. Not only that, but you have to remember that a lot of the places he went to probably don't have food suitable for humans.

So, Ford has probably taken to nutrient pills so that way he's always on the go, among other foods he's able to preserve and carry.

The thing is, living on mostly nutrient pills could only take you so far before it could be more of a bad boon. Nutrient pills wouldn't exactly give you the appropriate amount of calories a human adult male needs. Especially if they are constantly in danger.

This can lead to some malnutrition.

Yes. I took time to research this so we can properly make Ford's life more like hell.

Signs/Symptoms of Malnutrition (according to NHS)

(Other than the main concern of weight loss and BMI being low)

reduced appetite

lack of interest in food and drink

feeling tired all the time

feeling weaker

getting ill often and taking a long time to recover

wounds taking a long time to heal

poor concentration

feeling cold most of the time

...feeling cold most of the time...

"feeling cold most of the time"

...And who wears a turtleneck sweater/trench coat combo during the summer?

And, lastly, Low mood, sadness and depression.

Furthermore, it would seem that Ford would have developed a low tolerance to actual food (other than bland, mushy stuff) and is probably incapable of eating a whole meal without throwing up.

It's a struggle to be sure, especially if Ford already has a history to forget meals, even as a child (may or may not be projecting here as someone who forgets to eat)...not to mention the months of paranoia due to Bill prior to being sucked into the Portal.

I'm honestly imagining a scene in which Abuelita (bless her soul) tries to feed Ford when she sees how skinny he is...or at least what she perceives as skinny. And no one (no one) can say no to Abuelita Ramirez. And it's Mexican food. There is absolutely nothing bland about it. And Ford does his best to eat it...only to scurry into the bathroom after three bites. He didn't mean to be rude. It was honestly very delicious. Ford's body just couldn't handle it at the moment.

At least Abuelita is understanding of the situation and becomes Stan's right hand woman on his quest to help Ford with his eating habits.

...Great, another idea for an upcoming fic...I had a title in mind but I feel like I should call it *Trauma* Ford Edition.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #grunkle ford #ford pines #gravity falls thoughts #trauma

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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Platonic Yandere Marc Spector

(Marc finally gets you back in his life and he promises to never let you go again)

He softly ran his finger over the skin on your arm.

He admired you like you were a brand new doll. You were so pure and innocent, seeing the world through your eyes made him so happy.

Now, he finally had you back.

It wasn't his fault that he had to hurt so many people in the process, they knew he would be coming back to get what's his.

You were so precious and fragile, no one understood that but him.

Everyone treated you like you were an adult, but you were only 17! You were a child and no one had ever cared for you, he was the only one in the world that could care for you properly.

He watched as your face began to wake up, he knew you would be confused and afraid but you would understand soon.

"Easy, baby. Daddy's right here." He whispered as you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

"Marc? You whispered as he smiled softly.

"Hi, darling girl. I've missed you so much." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You shouldn't be here, Marc. You know you're not allowed around me." You muttered tiredly as he ran his finger over your cheek.

"You don't need to worry about that okay, baby? I know your mother didn't want me to ever see you again but I'm your father, darling. I should be allowed to see you. And I know she doesn't treat you well, the court said she was the best person to care for you but she isn't, is she? Look at you baby. You're so skinny and pale daddy would make sure you're healthy and eat properly." He said as you stared at him.

You knew your father could be pretty possessive and because of his mental illness the court decided he wasn't good enough to care for you.

"I missed you." You whispered making him smile.

"Oh, sweetheart. I missed you too, so so much." He replied pressing a kiss to your hand.

"Do Steven and Jake miss me as well?" You asked making him chuckle softly.

"Of course they do, babygirl. We all love you so so much. Was your Mom treating you right, baby?" He asked, you looked at him and hesitated for a moment.

You didn't want him to get angry.

"She's just really busy with work that's all and when I have to talk to her on top of it or I need something it stresses her out. But, she works really hard and makes sure I have a roof over my head and food." You replied making Marc sigh.

"Babygirl, she should be caring for you so much better. You're so precious to this world and she treats you like you're just a roommate to help pay rent and clean." He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

You really had missed him, and he was right, your mother never really treated you like her daughter.

"I missed you, dad." You whispered as you began to cry.

Marc helped you sit up and he wrapped you up in a hug.

"Oh, baby. Come here, that's my good girl. You can stay with me, okay? Daddy will sort everything out, all you need to do is be good for me and relax and take some time off life." He said as you sniffled and nodded.

"What about school?" You asked as Marc held onto your tighter.

He hated the concept of school and never wanted you in one, he knew someone like you couldn't thrive in a place like that.

"You won't be going back, love. I know you've got friends there but that place isn't good for my angel it's too stressful." He said, to his surprise you nodded.

"Good, I don't want to go back. I don't have many friends and it's really difficult to go everyday." You cried out as Marc rocked you back and forth softly.

"Oh, my sweet girl. You don't need to cry, daddy won't ever let you go back there. You'll stay here, daddy will give you everything you need. Does that sound good, baby?" Marc asked as you nodded and nuzzled into him.

"It sounds perfect."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #Yandere #Yandere moon knight #Yandere Marc Spector #Marc Spector x reader #Moon dads

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goatcheesecak3 · 4 months

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Bus stop pt. 3

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

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Includes: brief mention of unhealthy coping mechanisms, allusion to NSFW but no smut, fluff

Summary: after a little while of knowing eachother, Adam and his new friend become much closer.

Now that y/n was aware of Adam's big secret, she began to notice a lot more things that made sense to her. The bags under his eyes, how skinny he was, his dirty clothes. It was clear that the poor man was traumatised and hadn't been looking after himself, but the weight he carried on his shoulders was halved now. Y/n would stop at nothing to help out her new friend, and as the weeks went by, she realised just how much she cared about Adam. She realised that she had started to develop a little- no, a BIG- crush on Adam.

Adam was hunched over a mug of coffee in his apartment. It was a freezing cold January evening and Adam was feeling quite sorry for himself. He was cold, he was tired and god he was hungry. But cooking was hard, and ingredients were expensive, so coffee and cigarettes would have to suffice as a meal this evening.

As if on cue, however, Adam heard a knock at his door. Checking cautiously through the peephole, he saw y/n stood there, beautiful as ever. He needed no convincing to take the door off the chain and pull it open, greeting y/n with a pleasantly surprised grin.

"Y/n, what're you doing here?" He smiled, pulling her into a quick hug and letting her inside.

She looked at him with big, beautiful eyes filled with kindness.

"I made too much soup, thought you might want some?" She offered, holding up a large container.

Now, this wasn't strictly true. Y/n had definitely made too much soup for one person, but it was no accident. She knew how much Adam had been struggling to eat lately, most days he was too anxious or depressed to feed himself, but even on days where he could eat, he didn't really have the money to. Y/n didn't want Adam to feel like he was a charity case though, and so she let Adam think that her stopping by was no more than a happy coincidence.

Adam smiled widely,

"Oh my god, you have no idea how perfect this is! I was literally just thinking about how hungry i am"

Y/n let out a small chuckle and headed to Adam's kitchen to fill up some bowls with the soup and pop them in the microwave.

"It's leek and potato, just like how my mum used to make" y/n explained to Adam, who was practically drooling at this point.

The mouthwatering smell of comfort food wafted through Adam's tiny apartment, as the two bowls turned gradually in the microwave.

"God I can't wait..." Adam said excitedly as y/n set a bowl down in front of him.

Adam's apartment was humble and not very well furnished, but it had a certain charm to it. A beat up sofa with holey cushions sat in the front room, it wasn't much to look at, but it was soft and comfortable. On one side of the living room a dart board was hung on the wall, next to a few posters from old movies, flyers from various protests and shows he'd been to. On the other side was a door which lead to his redroom, where he developed his photos. His walls were covered in chipped red paint and water damage, yet somehow the place felt cosy.

"This soup is so fucking good" Adam groaned as he drank the last of it from his bowl and wiped his face on his sleeve.

Y/n couldn't help but let out a small giggle, it was nice seeing Adam like this, well fed and relaxed. As he reclined in the sofa next to her and stretched his twiggy arms above his head, she caught a glimpse of his tshirt riding up and ever so slightly exposing a snail trail on his tummy. She quickly looked away and attempted to hide her blush.

Of course she found Adam attractive, but this was a whole nother level. In that moment she struggled to suppress the urge to kiss him right then and there- but she pushed it down and tried to ignore it.

"You're so nice to me," Adam hummed, leaning back with his eyes closed. Y/n thought to herself that he resembled a sleepy puppy in some ways.

"Of course I'm nice to you, you're my best friend" She replied.

Adam's eyes opened and he looked at y/n again.

"You're my best friend too" he grinned, "Hey, y/n? You wanna stay over tonight? I feel way more relaxed when you're around, and I don't know, I guess I think I'd get to sleep better if I knew you were here." Adam seemed uncharacteristically timid, almost as though he was ashamed to be asking.

Truth be told, he was slightly ashamed, for two reasons. The first being that he was being so needy, which was unlike him, but second was that he was only half telling the truth to y/n. Of course her presence probably would help him get to sleep easier, but what he really wanted to say was more along the lines of "I'm stupidly in love with you and I just want you here all the time".

"Yeah, you know it could be pretty fun!" Y/n replied, "we can sit and talk, listen to music until you get tired."

Adam felt his heart leap. How was y/n always so kind? Willing to waste an entire night just to make sure he slept alright? She really was special. He decided that he ought to offer her a drink as thanks.

He pulled a bottle of Jack out of his cupboard and plopped it on the coffee table along with two glasses, telling y/n to help herself, which she gladly accepted.

...

"... and that's why alien is the best Sci-fi film ever created" Adam finished, taking a final swig of his third drink.

The pair had been sat drinking and talking about films for about an hour now, Adam feeling tipsy, had even done his best impressions of all the characters in exaggerated and hilarious voices. Y/n couldn't help but laugh raucuosly, Adam really was funny when he felt relaxed enough to let loose a bit. His beautiful eyes twinkled and his smile was infectious. Y/n felt so lucky that she'd met someone as fun to be around as Adam, there really was no one else she'd rather be spending time with.

"You're my favourite person to be around, you know that?" Y/n blurted out, feeling the effects of the alcohol and in turn feeling confident enough to be sentimental.

"Am I really?" Adam smiled, his cheeks flushed and his eyes half-lidded, feeling a little tipsy as well.

"Yeah, you are... I kinda feel like if I go a day without seeing you then that day is just a waste" y/n said, her tone a little more serious now. She really meant it. Thoughts of Adam consumed her everyday life, he was the sort of perfect that words just don't do justice, because he was specifically perfect to her. Sure, he wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but to y/n he slotted into her life like a puzzle piece, and filled every lonely, longing gap in her heart. From the moment she'd met him she'd felt complete.

"I fell the same way about you" Adam replied, his tone matching hers.

The pair stared at eachother without saying a word for a minute or so. It was clear that the two of them were feeling slightly nervous, the air was filled with electricity and with every second the atmosphere grew more and more intense, as is every single atom in the room were willing the pair toward eachother. The tension building, and building, like a wave about to crest, rising rapidly, until it finally breaks.

The gap between y/n's and Adam's lips was no more. Adam's eager hands ran through y/n's hair, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. The kiss was gentle, yet charged and desperate at the same time. It seemed to last an eternity, but eternity just didn't seem long enough. The universe had been working hard to achieve this kiss, it seemed, almost as if some external force had perfectly planned the sequence of events leading up to this very moment. It was nothing short of magical.

When the Adam and y/n finally pulled away to catch their breaths, they started lovingly into eachother's eyes.

"Is now a good time to mention I kinda have a thing for you?" Adam chuckled breathlessly.

"Funny you mention that, I was gonna say the same thing" y/n joked back sarcastically, before pulling Adam back into another kiss.

The pair made love that night, it was romantic and hungry, neither of them able to contain their love for eachother any longer, and once it was over, they lay breathtaken in Adam's bed, curled up with one another in absolute bliss.

A/n thank you for all the support on this story so far! I'm really happy everyone seems to be enjoying it <3

Comment to be tagged in part 4

Replies and reblogs are much appreciate because I love hearing what people have to say about my fics

Requests are open! I'm looking to wrote some Adam one shots, so definitely ask if you have any ideas! Check my pinned post for details and masterlist <3

#adam faulkner x reader #adam faulkner stanheight #adam saw #saw adam #adam faulkner #adam stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw #saw 2004 #sawposting #x you #x reader #x f!reader #fluff

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mini-sae · 1 year

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Homelander × Reader

When he knew :

Homelander knew nothing about love. Being what he is, he believed otherwise, of course.

He thought he fell in love with you months ago. When he started to follow you around, watching you and listening to you. Most of the times with you not being aware of it.

He loved you and he wanted to tell you. But it had to come from you first. He heard your heart speed everytime he was talking to you. He could smell the proof of your desire between your legs everytime he looked at you.

He loved you, but he had still his pride. And you were human. You were already blessed for having his attention and his heart. You had to do your part.

- Are you going to the party, tonight ? - He asks you, innocently.

- Yes. Thanks again for the invitation.

_ Don't mention it. You're one of our best employees.

You smile at him and his heart skips a beat. You were so beautiful. You were not one of those skinny giant girls on high heels. But you are the only one he sees. The only one he could spent hours to devour with his eyes.

He was waiting in the house of the man who organized the party. More like an event, really.

He decided to come early to make sure that everything would be perfect. For you. He made sure the food you like was coocked. That your favorite flowers were all over the place. That your favorite songs were on the playlist.

He could have ask Ashley or anyone else to take care of those tasks, but he wanted to be the one doing it. And he craved for the reward for his hard work. Because he loved you.

One thing annoyed him, though. The domestic of the house was crying like a baby. In another room, be he could hear his pitiful sniffles.

- What's with the old thing ? - He asks Ashley, pointing at the door.

- His dog died this morning.

She clearly didn't give a fuck and he couldn't blame her.

- Or perhaps it's just a cold. - She says, laughing stupidly.

He rolls his eyes and get out of the house. It could have been a cold, since it was winter and there was snow everywhere, but he was capable to make the difference between a sickness and a heartbreak.

He couldn't be more relieved when you finally arrived at the house. You came a little early, as always, to make sure to be helpful if you needed to be.

And holy fuck, you were magnificent.

You wore a beautiful dress, and even though he already saw you all dressed up before, it doesn't cease to amaze him. Yeah, he definitely loves you.

- Hi, Homelander. - You say with that cute smile of yours.

- Hi, sweetheart. Ready to have fun ?

- I am. Do you need me to do anything before the guests arrives ?

There's so much you could do to him or him to you before the guests arrives, but he was saving that for later.

- No, everything is settled already. Come inside, it's too cold out there.

He puts his hand on your lower back and push you inside.

Sadly for him, the guests started to come too quickly. He had to put his best smile on his face and aknowledge them.

As usual, they were happy to finally meet the Homelander.

At some point, he was sick of it. Especially that he couldn't see you anywhere. The room was full of people. He tried to hear your voice through the music and the chattering.

You weren't there. And you weren't there since a while. Your scent was still in the room, but barely.

But it's that wonderful scent that helped him finding you.

He didn't understand what he was seeing. You were outside in the cold, with a shovel.

- What the fuck ? - He mutters to himself.

The old crybaby domestic was sitting on a bench while you were trying to dig the frozen ground. Near you, there was a blanket with, given to the smell, the dead dog of the old fuck.

He stormed out and went to you right away.

- What are you doing ?

You jumped at his question and at his tone.

- I...

You seem embarrassed, and you should be. He feels his anger rising.

- It's freezing. Why aren't you inside, enjoying the party I planned ?

- I'm sorry. I'm just helping Victor burying his dog.

You approach him and murmurs to him.

- He's too weak to do it himself.

Was he dreaming ? He spend days to plan the perfect evening, weeks even, for you and you were doing this ? For someone else, not to mention.

- Go inside, now.

You flinch at the coldness of his voice, but you didn't move.

- Homelander, please. It won't take long.

He nearly laughed at that. It will take you hours to dig a hole in this fucking ground.

- Please, miss. You don't have to do this. - The domestic says.

He watch you looking at the man with pure empathy. Your hair were a mess. Your dress was stained, and you were clearly cold.

- Give me that.

He snatched the shovel out of your hands and dug a hole in a second. Puts the dead dog in it and cover it up.

He turned to you and see you sitted next to the old man.

Despite his super hearing, he noticed the silence in the atmosphere. Just the wind blowing and your heartbeat. Your pale skin shining under the moon, while you were helping someone grieving.

That's when he knew. He knew he didn't love you before. That was just a very strong attraction. A fucking crush.

But that ? That warmth spreading in his whole body ? The way his heart was swelling so much that it could burst ?

That was love. That was pure love.

At that moment, he didn't care about his pride. He didn't care that you were human and he, the most powerful being in the world. None of that mattered.

He sits next to you and take your hand in his. You look at him with wide eyes and he gives you a shy smile.

- I have something to tell you.

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spikedhe4rt · 2 years

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Dallas Winston x Insecure!Plus!Reader

Word Count: 1824

Insecurities is basically all I'm made of, confidence had been one of the most foreign things to me my whole life. Most of my life I've been on the bigger side per-say or what my "better" twin sister says, fat. Her name is Iyana and she's considered "the perfect girl" in my family but I don't blame them she had everything, she was skinny and beautiful unlike me which they made sure to remind me of everyday no matter what since i was only 7. "You look like a pig eating that y/n" and "Stop eating the whole table of food y/n" is what my mom and dad said to me the day of grandma funeral at the repass. It made me cry even harder because it just reminded that my grandma was the only person who didn't comment on my weight and she was gone.

Years laters , I officially turned 18 and decided to run away to the town of Tulsa to escape my family, unfortunately I carried my insecurity and built up walls that seem like they could never be torn down. I found a job at the so-called dingo. It paid pretty well and i was able to find a small house. It was a rather quiet neighborhood apart from my next-door neighbors, The Curtis's. There was Sodapop, Ponyboy, and the eldest, Darry. I'd met them couple times and they've invited over for dinner but I've always declined because i hate people watching me eat. Even tho there was only the three boys living there, they always had 4 other boy basically living there also. There was Keith "Two-bit" Matthews, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle, and the infamous Dallas Winston. I've met them multiple times also, Two was the funny one, Johnny is the shy one, Steve is the car one and Dallas is Dallas. They've always been pretty nice to me and all, asking me how I've been and occasionally flirting but I always brush it off because it's probably just for laughs.

Months later, I decided to grow a garden since nature has always been an enjoy for me. I watered my plants twice a week to keep them healthy. I woke up to find that it was one of the most hottest days in Tulsa, damn you heat waves. That meant that it was most likely for my plants to dry out which meant they needed to be watered. I put on my red floral sundress and hat to head outside.

When I was about half way done watering the garden I heard some of the boys coming down the sidewalk. I continued my business until I heard "Hey Ms.L/N" come from three boys, I turned and saw Dallas, Two-bit, and Johnny then I proceeded to reply "Hi boys." I went back to my plants and thats when i heard something strange come from the one and only Dallas Winston, "when you gonna let me fuck Ms.L/N" in a whisper that sounded almost purposely loud as hell. "What you say honey?" then he replied a loud nothing, and walked in the Curtis house. I shrugged, maybe i heard him wrong, I thought.

After weeks of playful banter and flirting, Dallas decided to ask me out, i was extremely skeptical because my weight and thought it was bet or something but he convinced me. Which is why months later were dating now. I was skeptical about dating someone like him because of who he is but he ended up having unexpected soft side to him. We decided to take things slow, which was cool at first but Im starting to get worried. Dallas started to get distant from me. Even after months of dating, we haven't had sex and it was all my fault, he tried a couple times but i just couldn't bring myself to do it, it wasn't that I wasn't attracted to Dallas or I didn't love him, I was just insecure about my body and what he would think of me.

I tried my best to ignore it but he got fed up and finally asked "are you not into me doll?" My eyes widened and I turned to him "of course I am baby, why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged and said "We haven't you know...and Im a little worried" At that point I started tear up a little "Woah woah whats wrong?" he asked with a worried look. "Im sorry I just think you'll hate what you see if we do. At that point he told me to get up and grabbed my hand. We walked to the mirror in my room and he stood behind me. He then started to drag his hands up and down my body saying things like "I love everything about you doll" "I love your thick thighs and your legs" "Your so beautiful, I want you so bad"

Everything he said made me grow wetter and all I wanted was him at this moment, nothing else.

*************SMUT WARNING*************

I turned around we began to kiss passionately for a few moments..."I think I'm ready Dally" He replied with a breathy ok and began to kiss down my neck and chest. I let out and small whimper

"Please Dally" I said

"Please what beautiful?" he asked in a seductive tone

"Please make love to me"

"Of course baby"

I shuddered as he started to pull my shirt over my head and kiss my breasts, leaving hickeys on the hot skin. He then reached down and started to fiddle with the lining of my shorts.

"Can I take these off y/n?"

"yes sir"

"holy shit say that again"

"yes sir" I repeated

Dallas leaned down and started to kiss down my stomach and thighs. I let out a small moan when he sucked a sweet spot on my thigh.

"Lay down"

I walked over to my bed and scooted up to the pillows at the top. Dallas then took off his shirt showing his bare chest and small happy trail. He walked over and pulled me to the edge. He spread my legs and ran his pointer finger over over my underwear.

"Baby you're soaked, is this all for me?"

"yes sir" I said as I moaned

He let out a low groan and kneeled down. Dallas then pulled my underwear down snd started to leave hickeys on my inner thighs.

"What are you doing Dally?"

"Thats not my name doll"

"Sorry sir"

"Now, what I'm gonna do is eat this pretty pussy, is that ok baby?"

"yes sir" I whimpered

Dallas then started to suck my clit hitting all the right spots. I let out a loud moan and started to pant. He then licked down and pushed his tongue into my hole.

"Dallas!" I moaned

"You like that baby?"

"yes yes yes"

"you gonna cum on my tongue?"

"Yes sir"

He continued to thrust his tongue inside of me. As much I love this man and didn't want him to suffocate, my thighs began clamp around his head as i came. I rode out my high and he came up with my arousal on his mouth.

"I'm so sorry baby" as the tears started to form

"Sorry for what?" he asked breathing heavily

"My thighs almost killing you" I said not knowing if i should cry or laugh.

"Would have been one of the best ways to go out" he said smirking

I giggled

"Now come here doll"

He pulled me up and started to unclip my bra letting my breasts fall. He then started to kiss all over them and suck my nipples

"Oh Dallas" I moaned

"That feel good huh?"

"Mhm" I said as i bit my lip

Dallas then stepped away to take off his pants and underwear to reveal his hard-on. I then reached to find condom but had no luck.

"Baby I don't have protection"

"I do in my drawer but I don't think we need it just yet"

"What?"

"Shh just lay down for me"

"You don't have too doll"

"Its ok I want to"

I kneeled down and wrapped my hand around his dick, starting to glide it up and down. He let out a low moan. I then took his tip in my mouth running my tongue along the slit and sucking. I then lowered my head to take him fully, lips and nose touching the base. He bucked his hips up making me gag a little.

"Yes take me down your throat baby"

"You love this dick don't you"

"yes dally"

"can I fuck your pretty mouth baby?"

"Yes"

He then lightly tugged my hair to make take his dick fully down my throat. Dallas began to thrust roughly into my mouth. He let out the most low groan and moans. He then said...

"Where do you want it?"

"Down my throat Dallas please"

Dallas then continued his thrusts in my mouth. After a couple moments, i felt him twitch in my mouth and then I felt him cum down my throat.

"That was amazing doll"

"Thank you dally"

Dallas pulled me up from my knees and pushed me face first onto the bed. He then pulled my ass up so that I was arching. He began to rub his tip against my clit down to my whole mixing his precum with my arousal.

"you ready for this dick y/n"

"Yes Dallas!"

"say it baby"

"I'm ready for your dick" I said voice muffled by the bedding.

Dallas reached for the condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He then slowly slipped into my pussy, we both moan in pleasure as he starts to thrust slowly.

"Dallas!"

"You like that?"

"Yes harder please" I moaned in response

Dallas started to thrust hard into me as he moaned. I felt like I was in heaven with the pleasure I was receiving. My eyes started to droop and i start to drool a little. I felt like i was on cloud nine, clenching around Dallas with almost every thrust.

"You going dumb already babydoll?"

"Mhm"

"You gonna cum all over me?"

"yes dally" i spoke lowly

He then reached forward to rub my clit in fast and harsh circular motions. I cried out in massive pleasure. My legs began to shake and I clenched hard as I came, I rode out my high as Dallas's was approaching. He continued his thrusts as I started to feel that overstimulated feeling. He slowed his thrusts as they became sloppier and he came into the condom. He pulled out and disposed of the condom, then flopping onto the bed.

"Hows that for a first time doll?"

"You were so good Dallas" I said out of breath.

"That was all you baby, you were such a good girl"

"I love you Dallas"

"I love you too doll"

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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My Favourite Cry Baby

Synopsis: One where Harry comforts YN after a breakdown

Masterlist | Part two of New Student

College started again, but on full swing and a shit load of projects and assignments.

Harry was especially stressed with everything, he already couldn't wait for this semester to get over and the last one too. Basically he wanted to get out of college as fast he could. His dad was already stepping down on his duties and handing him the company but he needed to learn so he have been working with hid dad recently.

As much as he despises his dad, that company was his everything. He's worked there since he was legally allowed to take up a corporate job, that was just when his dad moved the company to New York from London. It was his first week of work there.

But all he could think of His date with YN on the Christmas. They'd stayed in most of the day at her flat, they made more cookies with more of an improvised recipe and a butt ton of dry fruits, later YN made her favourite food for lunch and Harry took her out for ice skating like he promised and dinner at one of his favourite Italian restaurants. They went to ice skate again until the rink was closed. Stayed out past midnight. He was really hoping to for kiss then but she did not take his hints at all.

But spoiler alert, he got it on New Year's Eve.

"Hey lovie, you still want to go out today?" He asked.

YN was sat on her balcony having some alone time and writing in her journal. Isabelle suggested that to her and she haven't stopped since, it was nothing fancy just a plain book and a black pen for her. A nice cup of Chai to keep her company. She's been very happy these past two weeks.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Okay we're going to to Time Square, get your coat this time okay?" He said, happy to go out with her again he was gonna walk in but she stopp him.

"Harry, it's like four hours away from here," she said, "we're going to be late."

"We can leave now and head back after midnight." He shrugged, "well drive there."

"You have a car?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said simply. "Get ready, yeah? We can leave in about an hour and half."

"Okay," she nodded, "Harry?"

"Yes darling?" He stopped in his track again.

"Is this a date?" She asked sheepishly, a red tone flushed under her skin.

"Of course it is a date, lovie," he smiled. "Text me when you're ready, yeah?"

"Mhmm," she nodded again, picked up her stuff and headed in.

Harry took a quick hot shower and got into a pair of his classic black skinny jeans, one of his black hoodie and his brown coat. He grabbed an extra pair of gloves- those were actually mittens his sister made for him but they shrunk down somehow after he washed them once-, and an extra beanie because she apparently feels to embarassed to wear one and she's not going to get one. Grabbed his wallet, phone and car keys.

After he got a text from her he headed out. She was waiting for his there, dressed in layers of clothes with her usual black coat with a chunky oversized turtle neck underneath it, a pair of loose jeans and her usual chunky sneaks, a black sling bag hung over her shoulder.

"Hi," she beamed seeing him as he locked his flat.

"Hey lovie," he smiled back, "you locked the door?"

"Beatrice is staying in, but I have my keys." She said.

Yup! She is the new roommate who is still unaware of the fact Harry lives next door.

"Okay let's go," he grabbed her hand gently as they walked out.

He wondered if his car would start up, since he's met YN he had opted to walk back and forth to college with her. She loved to walk so he kept his car in the parking lot. He unlocked the car and opened the door for her.

Least to say YN was shocked to see he's got a Rolls Royce, a matte black one to be specific.

Technically it was his dad's car which he gifted to Harry after he got a new one. So Harry did not buy it himself. YN got in, he jogged around the front and got into drivers seat.

Harry drove all the way to New York City, stopping in between to show her places which might fascinate her making their four hour long drive a six hour one. They ate a bunch of junk food. Luckily they left at 2 so they could still get a decent dinner in at this Indian restaurant which was still open. Harry almost choked on the spicey food but he was fine, YN got a great laugh at seeing his red face. YN ordered a nice creamy dessert which helped a lot with the burning in his mouth.

"Come on, it was not seasoned enough anyway," YN joked.

"It wasn't?" He gasped from all the spices, she poured him a glass of ice cold water. "God I'm gonna die!"

"You're not," she assured him.

But alas, he calmed down. They both headed out, did some shopping. He insisted on buying YN a cardigan he saw in Zara, which he did, she was hesitant to take it. They kept their stuff in his car and walked to the time square, walk around there until with was nearing midnight.

"It's so pretty here," she exclaimed looking around. The way she had his hand clutch in hers in fear of loosing him melted his heart into a puddle, but her hands were too cold for to be uncovered.

"Here wear these," he pulled out the mittens and slid them on her hands despite her whining and slipped his green packers beanie on her head. "You're going to get sick, you look adorable, don't be embarrassed, okay?" He smiled, almost got carried away and press his mouth on her, but opted to go for her cheek not to make it awkward. He draped his arm around her shoulder tucking her a warm embrace looking up front when the count down began.

YN was lost, he was being very touchy today. Not that she did mot feel comfortable or did not like it, it made her mind go all fuzzy and made her tummy erupt with a heap of butterflies. She just blushed looking down at her mitten covered hands, he made sure to get that and a beanie for her. It warmed her heart so much. But at the same time she was kinda gutted that he went to kiss her but did not really went ahead with it. She did wanted him to kiss but was too nervous to initiate it herself like her best friend advised her.

"Happy New Year, love." She heard Harry's voice close to her ear making her flinch out of her dreamy world, she looked at him as he leaned down to match her ear. All happy and excited she wraps her arm around his neck in a bear hug, he giggled and hugged her back lifting her off her feet as he swayed them side to side.

"Happy New Year, Harry," she whispered. "Happy New Year!"

He finally set her down on her feet and have her look around, confetti flew everywhere, the lights looked even prettier somehow. She had wanted to come here for so long, she'd sneakily watch glimpse of all of this on TV when her cousins would put on international News channels for it every New Year. She'd talk to her grandma about wanting to go to New York and even promised to take her with. She hugged Harry again out of excitement. This was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she hopped on her feet in excitement, just feeling the vibration on his laugh on her face through his chest before he took her back in his embrace.

"You're very welcome, love." He said, couldn't help but press a kiss on her head. "I want to kiss you so bad though." He whispered.

"I want to kiss you, as well," she admitted pulling away, "I've just never kissed anyone."

"Of you still want me to kiss you I-"

"Yes, please," she gave him her doe eyes interrupting him, he smirked at her briefly before he dipped his head down to kiss her but opted to kiss her cheek first, feeling her cold skin against his lips he moved to her other cheek pressed another kiss on her skin, teasing for a bit he was leaned, or you can say sat on one of those short poles by the edge of the pavement so he had her trapped. Her hands were rested on either of his shoulders. He pulled back enough to take a look at her, her nose and swells of her cheeks had turned red like she's wearing a pretty shade of blush. He pushed her hair behind her shoulder before sneaking his hand to the back of her neck. Nudging the tip of his nose with her gently he smeared his lips on hers, lingering just a tad bit longer before he pulled away resting his forehead on hers. He chuckled when she let go on of breath she didn't know she was holding in.

"You have to learn to breath in between lovie." He whispered, kissing on the corner of her mouth. She moved away enough to look at him.

"I want to kiss again," she said shyly.

"Don't have to ask now, c'mere." He smiled, dimples denting his cheeks deep. He tightened his grip around her waist pulling her in more, letting her make the move and she did. He let his other hand slip down to her waist from her neck, as he lead the kiss tucking her bottom lip in between his two. Not wanting to push any further for now he opted to pull away but not fully until he pecked her mouth a couple of times.

Was it really possible to get addicted to something withing seconds? Well, she was now. He gave the best hugs she was aware but also the best kisses. That was a plus. She wanted to have more kisses but had to resist herself because they're still in public.

It was nearly 3 in the morning when both of got back to their building, Harry parked his car on his usual spot and helped YN het their bags out from the back.

She was just trying to process her feelings. It was hard for her to believe that someone could be so nice for her for the first time, after her grandma of course. He'd drove her to the New York City tonight, but they have been hanging out and going to places around their uni, he's putting efforts into knowing what she likes and not, he even remembers she doesn't like coffee so he gets her hot chocolate or chai everytime they go out. It all overwhelmed her again making her vision blurry with tears again.

"Hey what's wrong lovie?" Harry rushed to where she stood waiting for him to hand her the bags which had her stuff in it.

"No, I'm just happy," she sniffled smiling and making his chuckle.

"You scared me," he sighed, "gimme a kiss we can go up."

She obliged leaning forwards she let him peck her lips.

And that was that for their date. It's been a week he haven't seen her since. Both of them started with work and college so ot was understandable, they'd text back and forth though but that's about it all. It was Friday and he had the day off from work so he waited for YN to be done with her lecture. He was busy on his phone as his dad's manager was texting him about the meetings for the next day, he almost missed YN walking past him with her head hung down and her classic little upset pout on her face.

"Hey, where are you going?" He stopped her and slipped his phone back into his pocket. "What's got you all so upset and pouty, love?" He asked, pulling her in for a warm hug, she just shook her head and returned the hug.

"Missed you," he whispered and heard her mumble something, he believed she reciprocated what he said. "You want to go out today?"

"I just want to go home, I'm a bit tired," she pulled apart from his hug sniffling, her voice was a bit stuffy.

"You alright? Do you need me to take you to doctors?" He asked, worried seeing she clearly has a cold. Touching her forehead-which made her flinch-he found out she's also got a fever.

"No, I went, this-this morning with Belle." She shook her head and started walking down the hallway towards the locker room.

"I am not convinced." He squinted his eyes at her. She sped up to walk to her locker, opened it rather aggressively and handed him a piece of paper which was just kept there. It was a priscription which had today's date on it.

"I do not lie, okay?" She grabbed her tote and shut her locker closed before she started walking out.

"Hey, I'm sorry love." He sighed and followed her out, "I was just teasing. You want to go to mine? I can make us some tomato soup and grilled cheese."

"No, I am not hungry," she said.

"YN, look I'm really sorry, I don't know why you're upset but you can talk to me, you know?" He cooed to her stopping her by the exist of the college building.

"Talking makes it worse for me," she said, with a rather grumpy face now.

"Okay," he nodded, partially sitting on the railing beside the stairs, "your priscription says you need to take medicine this afternoon and for that you need to eat, I can still make you that soup and grilled cheese."

Now she did not wanted to take up his offer when she's turned it down the first time, he's going to tease her, but she was also hungry so she opted to just shrug and letting him choose whatever that meant.

"Alright, can I have a kiss before we go back?" He smiled his classic cheeky smile. Her shoulders drop as a frown took over her face relaxing her grumpy pout.

"You'll get sick too Harry, I want to go back to my flat!" She whined.

"Okay, okay let's go," he sighed. He brought his car with him thinking he'd have to go to work but he chose to take the day off so he drove them back to their building. Just as he was about to walk past her flat, hand in hand she stopped him. "What's wrong?"

"I, uhh," she got on her tippy toes trying to reach upto his ear level as best as she could seeing their other neighbour get back home as well, "I got a stain on my pants, I need to take shower." That's when he noticed she's got a jacket wrapped around her waist.

"Oh, okay come over when you're done then okay?" His smile was soft, the kind which made her want to squish his face and pinch his cheeks, he kissed her cheek.

"Woah!" Her flat door opened, it was Beatrice. "Seriously Harry? Her?" Scoffed and pushed past YN swinging her bag over her shoulder leaving the door wide open.

"That was rude," Harry said to himself.

"I want to be alone today Harry, I'm sorry," YN said rushing in, shut the door behind her on the way. Harry was genuinely confused as he went back to his.

As soon as YN walked in she saw Isabelle standing there in the living room surprised seeing their other roommate's behaviour. She just went to hug her best friend sobbing.

"Hey no babes, don't cry!" Isabelle hugged her back, listened to her rant about how bad her day was getting minute by minute.

"I feel horrible for being rude to Harry," she ended her rant with more sobbing.

"I'm sure he understands YN, just talk to him." Isabelle suggested.

"But I know I will cry and I don't want him to think I'm a cry baby," she cried again.

"I am sure he doesn't think anything of that, it's okay to cry," Isabelle assured her, "he has invited you for lunch, just go over okay? You haven't eaten anything in two days anyway."

"Mhmm," YN nodded.

......................................................................

There she was stood by Harry's door all changed up and in comfy clothes. She was already feeling miserable with her cold and fever and her period and now in the fear of making Harry upset with how rude she was with him. She knocked on the door and it was opened for her rather quickly to reveal Mitch, he had a suitcase with him and a duffle bag.

"Oh hey YN!" He beamed pulling her in a hug.

"Hi," she said, "are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, on a business trip for the week." He nodded, "it was last minute."

"Oh, have a safe journey." She smiled.

"I will," he smiled and turned around to look at Harry, "no shagging on the couch."

"No," Harry shook his head, his cheeks flushed in instant and left YN confused as to what that meant but she stepped in and shut the door behind her. Harry walked back into kitchen hurry whom she tailed behind.

"Harry?" She called.

"Hmm?" He sounded stirring up the soup he made.

"I'm sorry for being rude to you earlier." She said, in a low voice. Grabbing onto the hem of his t-shirt gently to get his whole attention, "I am just having a bad day which I know should not be reason to lash out on you like that. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, sweetheart." He cooed stepping closer to her so he can kiss her forehead. "Are you feeling okay now? Did you take your meds?"

"Mhmm," she nodded. "Are you not upset with me?"

"I'm not," he shrugged simply. "Now do you want to help me make grilled cheese?" She nodded and got to help him.

"My dad came to see me yesterday at work," Harry shared, "lashed out on me because I messed up a tiny thing on this mew project which could have been fixed in matter of minutes, later said he was having a bad a day and didn't even apologise."

"I'm sorry," she stopped her actions, "you don't deserve that. But at least he came to see you. My dad said I was lying when I confronted him for not coming to see me like he said he would when I have texts he sent me. I haven't seen him since the day he came to drop me off at airport with Isabelle and her family. He didn't even come to see where my dorm was and how was the living conditions at the place Isabelle and I lived. Just paid for the first two months of rent and flight tickets, I didn't even needed for him to do that."

None of what Harry said was true, his dad did came to see him at work but he did not lash out on him like he described, he just said that so she can share what's been bugging her. She seemed to share when he'd shared something as well. It broke his heart to see her cry again, also he didn't know what to say next but just watched her make sandwiches put them on the pan to toast.

"You don't deserve that you know," he started, licking his dry lips, "you have moved out, you can let go of the past now you know?"

"It's hard when every one his promises of coming to see me seemed so genuine." She shrugged, "I never knew my mother, he said she left a year after I was born. He married again just so I'd have a mother figure around but she didn't wanted me after she had my sister. So my dad took me back to India where my grandma was, I was four when he left me there. At first he called everyday and talked to me because I was so upset now he doesn't even answer my texts for days. It was so good you know, first four years of my life. I remember everything from my third birthday up until the day he left me with his mother. Kids in my class used to make fun of me saying how can you remember things from when you were 4, but that's all good I knew."

She paused to look up at Harry who was listening to her so intently, looked visibly so hurt, "I'm sorry, I'm just ranting."

"No, no I want to hear it." He insisted, "it's always nice to talk about it you know? Let it all out. Didn't you say your grandma loved you?"

"She did," YN smiled, "she was the most amazing person I've ever known. She'd tell me all these horror stories which I'm sure half of them were made up, but having a mum is way different. My Aunty used to help my cousins with their homework, but would purposely teach me wrong things so I wouldn't be able to get into school my dad wanted me go. He was intending to send me to a private school, but they had put into a government school which is free and hog all the money my dad sent for the school and send their kids to nicer schools instead. She lied to my dad saying I'm not that bright of a student to get into school he wanted me to go. And lied about every little thing, when I'd say to my dad that she says mean things to me, sometimes beat me if I forgot to do my homework or something she asked me to do, she lied saying I am the one who's lying so my dad can take me back with him. I seriously don't know why she hated me so much, at one point she even started to make me write 'YN is a huge liar' a hundred times twice a day, or not let me eat for days as punishment. This one summer, I was coming back home school and I spent my bus fair to get something cold to drink so I had to walk back home, I was just half hour late. I did not get any bus fair, or a water bottle for next week as punishment."

"How can your dad not believe a child, I'm sorry you had to go through all that love," he moved closer to her wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her close.

"It's okay now, I guess, I'm at least not living with them anymore." She shrugged, still crying, "I just feel so unwanted that my dad just abandoned me like that. He promised he would come see me after New year, but he didn't. He said he couldn't come." And with that she started sobbing.

"I want you be with me," he admitted, "I know we've known each other for only about six months, started dating last month but do I want to be with you." He cuddle into her, wanting to just protect her from everything like she's the most precious little thing.

"I don't want promises Harry," her voice came as muffle against the fabric of his hoodie.

"I'm gonna prove it to you," he said more ardently than he expected, that made her start sobbing again.

"Sorry, I'm such a cry baby I cry over everything." She mumbled taking half a step back.

"You're not, this is the way you express yourself and it's okay to cry," he assured her, "I find it rather adorable, your nose and cheeks get red when you cry. You're my favourite cry baby!"

"How can you find it adorable?" She whined crying again, hiding her face in her sweater paws.

"Okay no more crying," he cooed chucking. He also noticed she was wearing the cardigan he got her, as expected it was a but bug on her but it looked comfy. "Hey, look you don't have to cry over that anymore okay?"

"Mhmm," she nodded and went for in to hug him wrapping her arms around his neck, hiding her face in between the gap of her arm and his neck. He hugged her back of course.

"You're feeling good?" He asked.

"A little," she admitted still not ready to let go of him.

"Do you want to eat now, we can cuddle later?" He suggested but she nodded in disagreement, "you're tummy is growling, I promise we can hug all you want later okay?" He earned another whine from her.

"Okay, no promises, we are cuddling and watching The Office, yeah?" He bargained.

"Yeah," she sniffled pulling away.

They took the food to table Harry and Mitch had tactfully kept in the place next to kitchen and Harry's bedroom door, it just had two chairs. As far as YN knows it's just Harry and Mitch living there even though they've got a three bedroom flat. He even made her a cup of Chai after lunch and they cuddled up on the sofa watching The Office like he said. Harry had also made sure to get her a throw blanket and a hot water bag.

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Spring break was around the corner. YN was doing way better than she was few months ago.

She saw her best friend less and less as her classes keeps getting tougher on her but they still manage to hang out and have their girlie tea time and spa days once a month and bitch about everything happens in college. It was mostly just her and Harry now.

Especially now when they're schedules go along so well together. Especially since they made it official. As much as Harry wanted to make it special, take her out to a fancy ass restaurant and ask her to be girlfriend but it happened in spur of moment when they were in library. He was extra pissed that day after hearing a rather crude remark by Beatrice for YN.

"Harry please, I'm used to her saying stuff. It's okay, she's just wasting her own energy." She'd try to convince him to calm down.

"How can you take her talking shit about you all the time which doesn't even make sense? I can't take anyone talking about my girlfriend!" He blurted out in all his frustration but had to keep a hushed tone.

"Am I-am I your-am I your girlfriend?" She stuttered, feeling her cheeks heated up a bit as she tilted her head to side to be able to look at Harry. Who gave her a nervous look, it's not him gets to be all nervous it was her job but she found him adorable in the moment. His eyes rounded out and a faint crease in between his eyebrows, he looked a lost little kitten. "What?"

"That just slipped," he licked his dry lips, "I wanted to make it a lot special for us, I'm sorry if you're not ready to put any label to it."

"No, no it's okay," she stuttered, trying to hold back her stupid grin.

"As in you want to make this official 'it's okay'?" He asked.

"Mhmm," she nodded, biting on her lip consciously trying to look stupid with her giddy smile.

"Uh-huh!" He nodded, teasing her as he leaned in to kiss her mouth softly. She has now learned to take his teasing light heartedly now, still learning to make her triggers less and less powerful on her. "You're my girlfriend now, wow!" He sighed in disbelief.

"Why you don't, dont want that?" She asked, getting all serious again.

"You're just so pretty," he said dramatically smacking the table but not too loudly as he leaned in closer to her again, "no ones going to believe I've got such a beautiful girlfriend." He mumbled against her mouth before pressing another soft kiss on her lips.

"Everyone will," she nodded taking one of her hands to rest upon his cheek lovingly, "I don't know about Beatrice though." She giggled making him chuckled.

"Don't have care about that," he assured her.

YN later also found out that Harry does in fact have another roommate who is always on business trips as well but way more than Mitch is, and she also happened to find out that he's the biggest pervert of all time. But just like Beatrice, Harry and Mitch cope with the annoying man just because he pays his part of rent and bills on time. Now that he's home most of the time, Harry and YN opt to hang out at hers (if Beatrice is not present) or in his room.

Today, was a nice warm day. Perfect for YN and Isabella to have their Spa day. YN made the Chai and Isabella brought out her best fave masks and robes and hair bands. They sat on YN's balcony.

"So how have you been this whole week?" Isabelle asked.

"It was okay," YN shrugged. "How was your week?"

"Filled with stupid assignments." She sighed, "I want to hear about you, I'm always ranting about shit. How is everything with Harry? Did you guys kiss yet?"

YN's eyes evidently went wide. She haven't shared that bit with Isabelle yet. She wanted to gate keep the information that her and Harry are close enough to kiss, though it's been a couple of months and I was quite believable to her best friend as to how shy and closed off she is with a new person.

"Everything is good, and yes." YN nodded, sheepishly.

Isabelle gasped, "when?"

"When he took me to NYC..." YN hesitated to answer.

"You bitch!" Isabelle exclaimed, "you didn't tell me!"

"I wanted to keep it to myself." YN shrugged. "We made it official last week."

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed again, "that's so good, congratulations bestie."

YN giggled at her friend's excitement, "thank you."

"Anything else?" She teased, "you don't have to gate keep it from me."

"No, nothing more." YN shook her head knowing her friend all too well with her teasing, "I don't know if I'm ready yet, or I think I want to wait till I'm married."

"Sure thing darling, never let anyone force you to do anything you don't want to." Isabelle said, sipped on her chai, "this tea is amazing by the way!"

"Thank you," YN said, "I kinda wanna share something else too."

"Go ahead."

"This is going to be such a stupid question, but I've figured I actually love him." YN confessed earning another excited gasp from her best friend, "I just don't know how to say it. And I kinda wanna be the first one to say it, but I also don't know if he feels the same about me too. And I'm very nervous."

"Awh! My bestie is in love," Isabelle sighed, "just say it. Don't think too much about it. When you're at his and he's cooking for you just say it. Blurt it out."

"It's not that easy." YN shook her head, "he is sort of intimidating, but in a good way you know."

"I just... Said it to Aaron," she shrugged, "but awh! I get it honey, maybe try when you're both out, or on a walk. So you know, you can run if needed."

"Oh my god Belle, don't scare me like that!" YN gasped, and her sheet mask almost slipped off her face.

"Just kidding," Isabelle had a good laugh, "but you know—"

"Isabelle, I was just wondering if I can bring—" Beatrice stopped noticing she interrupted something.

"What?" Isabelle asked.

"I was wondering if you're fine with me bringing few of my friends over tonight?" She asked.

"I'm fine with it, don't want to ask YN too? I mean she lives here," Isabelle said. Beatrice just looked at YN.

"I don't know, I want to have a quiet night." YN shrugged.

"Gosh you two are so fucking boring!" Beatrice groaned but sat on the empty chair there which was there to hold YN and Isabelle's tea mugs.

"What is up with you, why are you so annoyed all the time?" Isabelle scoffed annoyed, sipping on her tea. YN did not paid mind to their bickering back and forth most of the time, she was busy adjusting her sheet mask which was slipping off her face. She didn't do any fancy mask like Isabelle because her skin was feeling very nice and she did wanted to do something to cause her to get zits all over her face.

"Oh don't ask," Beatrice sighed as if Isabelle was curious to know what's up with her, "I've been trying so hard to hook up with this guy again but he doesn't acknowledge me anymore."

"Then just go to someone else." Isabelle said in a lazy tone, "We don't—"

"No, I mean I knew he said he enjoyed the first time around I was so stupid to think he'd want to sleep with me again. It was Harry by the way, he's been avoiding me for some reason. I guess he's just got a thing of not shagging anyone more than once I guess." She shrugged simply, taking Isabelle and especially YN by surprise, "saw him leave the party with someone last night. Gosh, I wish it was me."

"Do you realise him and YN are dating now, what the fuck are you talking about? How can you talk shit like that in front of his girlfriend?" Isabelle snapped.

"Oh, you're together now? Like girlfriend and boyfriend?" She scoffed mockingly, "he's nust fooling around with you honey, he did the same to Alice from his Secretarial Law class as she wasn't ready to you know... But he just ghosted hee once they did it."

"Shut up Beatrice, get the fuck out of here!" Isabelle deadpanned.

"His girlfriend isn't saying anything. Thought you got me and we were friends. Guess not." With that she left the room.

"YN, don't listen to her okay? You know she enjoys to get under your skin for some reason." Isabelle trued to assured her crying best friend. "You've been with him for long enough to know it's not true."

"What if it is?" She asked, doubting everything.

"You need to talk to him, remember communication is key to everything." Her friend said, "look, don't cry now darling."

"But, but she said he left with someone last night!" YN mumbled, more to herself than sharing it with her best friend.

"You don't know for sure, YN, I'm always going to suggest you to go talk to him." Isabelle stressed on her advice to her.

"I, I don't want to talk to him now." She shook her head, standing up from her place and walking inside her room.

"What just happened?"

"Oh fuck!" Isabelle sighed, "it's not my place to tell you, I'm sorry." She shrugged looking at tired and hung over Harry stood in his balcony before she went in to check on her best friend.

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The next day, YN was at work all day, working an extra job during her break time so she can go to LA with Isabelle like they planned. There is so fucking way she's asking her dad for any more money after he blew her off like that. But Harry had made sure to talk to her asking about why she was crying.

It felt so wrong to believe what Beatrice said, she just hated her. It wasn't like it couldn't be true as well.

She had seen similar thing happen in movies but always thought it was an over exaggeration, but it also felt dramatic to compare her feelings to a stupid random movie plot.

All her life, everyone who's close to her have either left her own her own or just betrayed her. Like her best friend back home did. All she did was walked home with one of their mutual friend whom her friend was secretly dating and thought entirely wrong about both of them, it went to the point where she was seriously grounded so bad when her aunty got to know about it. Hell, even her own dad didn't wanted her.

Wait, is she overreacting?

She probably is.

She loves him. She'd just come to terms with it not even a couple of days ago, have wanting nothing more than to tell him that. She didn't know how to, but she had been writing and scrapping her monologues of rants to explain it to him all. He'd listen to her, every little syllable she'd utter, he made her feel visible. He helped her not invalidate her feelings like she is always used to. As un-feminist as it might sound of her but is a way he'd made her love herself just a tad bit than she ever remembers. All his little acts of services like cooking random meals for her or just randomly driving her somewhere to eat, take her bag sometimes when they walk back home from Uni. His acts of physical affection especially were her favourite, most especially his hugs or when he holds her hand and refuses to let go even when he's talking to his friends. He did that just with her right?

She wouldn't want anyone to have that but herself, even if that meant she was selfish for wanting all him to herself. He's her boyfriend after all, you don't share that with anyone else right?

YN finally understood what shagging meant and what Mitch was saying the other day. It was weird. To her especially. She didn't know if wanted to do that anytime soon, really.

It made her wonder how everyone her age was out drinking, hooking up and doing everything she grew up to believe wasn't right. Well, at the end of the day everything narrows down to one's own personal morals unless they're not hurting anyone's feelings. But she'd talked to her best friend about it, getting to know her views on this made keep her mind open. Whatever Harry did before they got together shouldn't be any of her business, right? As long as he didn't do any of that with anyone when he's with her.

But again, why would she doubt him and not talk to him like her best friend suggested? She's too much of a coward to face her feelings sometimes, that's the case. Yeah!

She didn't realise she'd already reached her building from work, and gotten into the lift without checking that it would be headed down to the basement parking first. Her entire day was a haze, let alone her remembering getting into lift without checking if it was would take her to her floor or take her to the basement first. Just as the lift door dinged open her phone dinged of a message too.

"YN, baby," she heard Harry, "what are you doing here?" She noticed his phone in his hand, it was definitely a fifth text from him. He grabbed her hand gently and pulled her out so he could hug her.

"What's wrong, lovie, why were you crying yesterday?" He asked, his voice hushed low.

"No—nothing." She shook her head clutching onto her bag but not returning his hug.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

"It's nothing," she shook her head.

"Look I'm not going to trick you this time saying something to get it out of you," he warned her, but even his warning was gentle, "I know it's something I did to make you upset, you're avoiding me. Wanna fix it. You wanna talk about it?"

She nodded in agreement finally but shook her head in no, "let's go to mine, yeah?"

"No, no, I don't want to go upstairs and talk." She stuttered, "please?"

"Okay, let's go to my car, yeah?" He suggested but already making their way to his car, he opened the passanger door for her and made her sit there as he crouched on the ground next to her. "Now tell me, what happened yesterday?"

"Who—who was with you on Friday night?" She asked, almost choking on her own breath trying to hold back her tears.

"I was with the boys lovie, got a little tipsy so I called Mitch to pick me up. That's all." He shared, even though he'd find that question a bit invasive even if it were his girlfriend for the matter of fact, seeing her on verge of sobbing made his heart sink to his stomach so he caved in.

"So you didn't go with a girl to her place after?" She asked.

"No, why would I? Where is this coming from baby?" He asked his worried and frantic questions.

"Beatrice said that," she admitted, "that you left alone with this girl to her place. And some other things, I don't want to say."

He sighed heavily, "that was one of Niall's friend baby, we dropped her home as she was drunk her arse off that night. Wanted her to get home safely. Don't believe anything Beatrice says, okay?"

"Mhmm," she nodded sniffling on her tears, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He shook his head, "hey look at me?" With his hand cradling her jaw he made her look at him, "I know you don't like promises, but I need you to make me one promise, okay? Please?"

"Okay," she nodded.

"Promise me you'll come and talk to me about anything you want, especially if it is about you and I, about us, okay?" His was soft, he swiped the mascara stained tears from her soft skin.

"Mhmm."

"No, I want you to say it." He said, ardently.

"I promise." She mumbled.

"That's like a good girl," he smiled but it was not enough to see his dimples dent deep in his cheeks, "I know exactly what she said more. Look I don't do any of that, sleeping around with random people anymore. I wouldn't dare to do that especially when I'm with you, love. I want you to know that, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded in assurance.

"And the thing with Beatrice, to me it was nothing. Don't ever believe anything she says," he repeated, "I want this to work so bad with you, YN you know? I wouldn't do any of that and ruin it all. I know it is hard for you to trust on anyone but you have to, with me, I want to be with you for as long as you want me to stay. I'm not going to leave unless you say so, it's not a promise but a vow because I'm so, so, so in love with you." He said it.

Don't blame him, okay? He needed to say that. Especially when she is so upset.

"You—what?" For a second she did not believe what he said, especially his concluding statement.

"I love you," be repeated, "so much."

"You do?" Her voice almost stuck in her throat as her eyes pooled up with tears all over again.

"Of course I do. Wouldn't have said it otherwise." He smiled. "I know it sounds weird in real life, but I knew it the moment I saw you at that party. That I at least wanna be friends with you, but I got lucky that I got to do that and get the chance to fall in love with you. You looked so adorable in your little dress, mascara running down your chubby cheeks just like now." He pointed making her chuckle, "I just love you."

"I wanted to say that first!" She whined making him laugh.

"I can pretend I didn't say it first then," he took both her hands in his own. "Come on you can say it."

She was looking at him with her classic doe eyes the whole time, a little pout on her lips, "I love you, Harry."

He gasped, "I thought you'd never say that, I love you too YN."

"Stop playing!" She whined again like a toddler at his teasing.

"Okay, okay, seriously, I love you a lot baby." He said, softly caressing her knuckles with his thumbs.

"I love you too." She sounded. "Can I tell you something?"

"I'm listening," he moved closer, listening to her intently.

"I tried to practice but I can't," she admitted sheepishly making his smile grow wider resulting his dimples to show up now, "I don't know, you just make me feel safe, and heard, and validated. Thank you for choosing to be on my side."

"I'd never change that for anything." He announced, "you deserve to be heard and validated, I'm so glad you feel safe with me baby."

"I'm not a baby, don't call me that," she pouted with a grumpy face.

"You are," he corrected her, "you're my baby, whether you like it or not." She chuckled at that.

"One more thing," she hesitated.

"Please share it with me." His politeness was killing her and melting her heart into a puddle.

"No, it's nothing leave it. I'll tell you when the time is." She shied away.

"No come on, tell me," he insisted.

"It's nothing serious, I swear, I'll tell you but not now." She assured him. "And ummm, I'm sorry I shouldn't ask you where you've been I know I shouldn't be nosy but what Beatrice said was bugging me. I will never ask you that question again."

"Okay, I'm gonna trust you on that." He nodded, "thank you, and it's alright with me. I'm glad we had this talk." He gave her an assuring smile, bringing her hand up to his mouth he kissed her knuckles gently. "Did you eat anything? Do want to go out for dinner?"

"Isabelle and I made Lasagna today but we didn't eat any as she brought doughnuts, so it's still untouched ," she said, "we can go tomorrow, if you still want."

"I want some too," he stood up making way so she can step out and they can go upto their respective flats, or Harry would tag along.

"Okay," she nodded. "We can invite Mitch too."

"Did you guys made enough to feed our entire building?" He chuckled.

"No, just enough for Lunch and Dinner but like I said we ate doughnuts so we didn't even touch it." She explained.

"I'll text him," Harry nodded.

They went back to hers to eat lasagna. Harry Listened to YN rant about Isabelle was bugging her to make Lasagna as she sucks at making pasta dishes herself (though her rice dishes and home-made snacks slapped good! Both of them were good at something or other) and she didn't wanted to go out alone. So she had to dig out a recipe online and make it right the first time of trying it.

For the rest of the night Harry stayed over and they finished watching the entire The Office series and moved on to Friends, until YN fell asleep snuggled up next to him. Feeling all the more safe and sound also comfortable in her own bed, though it would be the first time of them sharing a bed for the night.

N O T E :

1. Omg I love writing them so much! I just want to keep writing and writing about these two. 😭

2. If you liked it please leave a vote and tell me what your favourite part was in this Oneshot.

3. If you have requests for these two li'l cuties or any other troops please do not hesitate to ask. I am taking requests.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles x y/n #college!harry #collegerry #boyfriendrry #boyfriend!harry #lhh!harry #lhh

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reaganridleyenjoyer · 1 year

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Reagan Ridley X Neglected! Child! Reader Oneshot

Ok so y'all know that Reagan x neglected child reader headcanons I made, right ? I couldn't help but feel an urge to also make a oneshot about it.

This will follow a similar scenario as the headcanons one so I advise you read that first (not required to understand where I'm going with this plot though.)

Enough blabbering, it's showtime !

Trigger warning : This one-shot will contain mentions of neglect, mental abuse and nearly fainting. If any of these things make you uncomfortable, please scroll past this post. You have been warned.

3rd person POV

In the middle of an alleyway you desperately searched for some kind of food, but alas anything you found was either disgusting or simply not enough to fulfill your hunger. With a sigh you leaned against the nearby wall as you swore you could feel your vision get blurry. All you could do now was close your eyes and pray someone will come by to help you. Not like that will happen though... Right ?

Reagan's POV

As I drove back home, I spotted out of the corner of my eye a kid. At first I didn't pay much attention but I soon noticed something very wrong with them. The kid looked skinny, TOO skinny to be exact. They also looked to be nearly fading into unconciousness.

I thought about what I should do, I couldn't just leave them ! That'd be heartless of me ! But I have quite a busy job so... I'm not sure about taking them in.

..Ah what the hell.

"Hey ! Need a place ?" I shouted at the kid, they turned around and their tired expression turned into one of happiness.

"Y-yes please !" The kid shouted back at me as they instantly got into my car in the back seat, I instantly drove back to my home.

Small timeskip

After putting on my regular clothes and giving the kid some food, I figured it was time to ask them about what was going on and why they were all alone in an alleyway.

"So kid, I got some questions for you. If you're comfortable answering them of course." I gently said.

"O-of course ! Ask me anything, it's the least I could do to repay you." The kid replied.

"Ok good, so, why were you alone in an alley ?" I asked, the kid's mood seemed to dip a little.

"I- I ran away from home." The kid revealed to me, I grit my teeth a bit before speaking up again.

"Why did you run away ? Did something happen between you and your family ?"

"My p-parents never cared for me, they always either i-ignored me completely or they would constantly insult me. Telling me I'm w-worthless and stuff like that." The kid answered.

I wasted no time and instantly hugged them, I knew the pain of having unloving parents, a shitty childhood...

There was something in me, telling me to take care of this kid. I- I needed to ! I wasn't gonna let them potentially be taken by another scumbag family !

"You're staying with me !" I declared to the kid as I ended the hug, they seemed surprised.

"H-huh ?" Was all they muttered.

"You're gonna be staying with me, I'll be adopting you. You won't have to go back to that shit- terrible family of yours."

Tears of I presume joy, ran down the kid's eyes as they once again wrapped their arms around me for a hug. Was what I doing here the best decision ? Probably not... but I made this choice, and I was gonna be sure to be the best mother I could to this kid.

I had so much fun writing this ngl.

Reagan I feel would be that type of mom who tries her best, she's not the greatest but she does try to make her kid(s) happy.

Alright, that's all for now.

Sayonora~.

#reagan ridley #save inside job #renew inside job #cant stop wont stop #I shall keep protesting until this show comes back in some way shape or form #reagan x reader #inside job #child reader #comfort

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akwolfgrl · 5 months

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Part 17 LFT

"This is where every pirate stocks up before heading to the Grandline," Nami said standing underneath the city's sign.

"I can't wait to go shopping! I bet they have all sorts of cool things perfect for experiments!" Ussop spoke excitedly. "Tabasco sauce," Usopp kept prattling on and Nami turned him out.

"I can start stocking up on food, I should start with the non-perishables first since you said we would be here a few days," Sanji said, patting his pocket in the shape of a notebook breaking the clean lines of his suit. “Tomorrow the fresh produce and meat.”

"I wonder if they have a swordsmith here?" Zoro pondered.

Nami couldn't resist the urge to tease him. Especially since she had given him enough money to buy Sanji something. The swords could wait for tomorrow.

"With what money Zoro?" She leaned into his space with a teasing grin on her face.

“Well I'm going to find the place where they kill people!” Luffy was off, Nami rolled her eyes not bothering to stop him.

“Sanjiiii-kunnnnn~ come with me clothes shopping then you can get stuff for the ship,” Nami moved towards Sanji linking their arms together sending a wink to Zoro. “Ooo then we can stop at a Cafe for lunch.”

“Of course Nami dear!” Sanji gushed, allowing himself to be dragged along with her whims.

Was she taking advantage of him? Yes she was, she felt no qualms about it one bit. She passed by an expensive bootique that she would have fun in tomorrow without Sanji. Today was about getting info from him, for Zoro who will owe her big time for this. She loved it when people owed her.

“Oo this looks like a good one,” Nami slipped inside what looked to have cute but affordable clothes for sale. “Go pick something out for yourself I'm feeling generous,” Nami just would add to Zoro’s ever growing debt. “All you ever were are those fancy suites.”

“Oh Nami-swan you're so sweet but I'm fine I have plenty of clothes,” Sanji protested.

“Aww but Sanji-kunnnn, it's more fun to shop together and I don't have any girlfriends to shop with,” Nami said with a pout.

“Of course anything for you sweet Nami-swan,” Sanji gushed before finally complying with what she asked.

“So Sanji-kun,” Nami spoke loud enough for him to hear while she looked through the clothes. “Tell me about yourself. I hardly know anything about you.”

“Oh? Well there's nothing much to say, I'd rather hear all about you Nami-swan!” Sanji turned the question back to her.

“Aww come on Sanji-kun! You already know about me, I mean you met my village and family,” How was she supposed to gather information if Sanji was so tight-lipped about everything?

“Hmm well I am a professionally trained chef, I spent most of my life on ships. I'm not sure what else is there to say,” Nami almost groaned in frustration. The ship thing was obvious by his sea legs, his sea legs were better than hers even.

Nami spotted Usopp walking past the window with a backpack strapped to his shoulders. It didn't look like he had bought much, only just bought one thing thus far. She rushed outside and grabbed him by his backpack.

“Nami! What's going on?” Ussop whined while she drug his skinny ass into the store. She shoved him down to the ground and crouched beside him.

“I need your help,” She hissed, keeping her voice down.

“With what?” He asked.

“Zoro asked for help in wooing Sanji, I offered very generously. I might add to do some reconstituting, and find out what Sanji likes. But the man is too tight-lipped,” Nami glared in Sanji's direction.

“How about we make a game? Everyone has to answer the question,” Usopp offers.

“Hmm that's not a bad idea,” Nami pondered, it might just work. “But you're helping.”

“What are you two doing on the floor?” Nami looked up to a concerned and confused Sanji looming over them.

“Nothing,” They both answered at the same time, Sanji was now looking at Usopp with supison. Nami stood up brushing the dirt off her clothes.

“Well shall we continue shopping?” Nami spoke looking at the few clothes in Sanji's arms. “Ah you actually found something. Let me see,” She took the clothes out of his arms and held them up. One was a sleek black turtleneck and gray slacks. While he would look good in them, they weren't exactly casual. “That's it?” She asked with her brow raised. “Didn't I say casual?”

“Well it's not a suit,” Sanji had the gall to talk back though his ears were tinting from slight discomfort.

“Whatever, fine! Just go try it on!” Nami sighed and shoved him into the changing room. “Ussop can start grabbing some shirts?”

“Sure,” He ran off towards the men's clothes. Taking this moment alone with Sanji, Nami offered up their little plan.

“So Sanji-kun, we’re going to play a little game. I'll ask the questions and everyone has to answer them. It would be better with alcohol but we can try again later… Sooo first question, what's your favorite food?” Nami asked moving closer to the curtain so she could hear him moving around in there.

“Spicy seafood pasta. Nami-swan, I adore you but… is this really necessary? I'm really not that interesting unlike you my sweet,” Sanji's voice was muffled as he changed.

“I ask the questions!” She scolded him.

“Yes Nami-swan I'm sorry,” he says, unable to deny his beloved lady friend!!!

“Now what's your favorite flower,” Nami demanded. Zoro could give him a bouquet of his favorite flowers.

“Ladies first,” Sanji responded, stepping out of the changing room, just as Ussop joined them an armful of shirts.

“You're buying that, I like sunflowers,” They were so bright and cheerful, almost unpredictable in where they will show up. One year before Arlong showed up, a bunch grew in front of their house.

“What are we talking about?” Ussop asked.

“Nami-swan asked about favorite flowers,” Sanji explained before returning to the dressing room before Nami caught his arm and shoved another shirt in his hands.

“I like daisies, they grow like crazy back home, they were my moms and Kaya’s favorite flowers. I used to pick them for her and put them by her bedside every day,” the sniper replied with a gentle fade in his eyes as if he was no longer there but lost in memories.

“Delphinium. And yes, I know as a chef I should pick something editable but I can’t help what’s my favorite,” Nami had never heard of that flower but well she wasn't a florist.

“Do you like to sing?” Ussop asked.

Nami glared at him, how was that supposed to help with Zoro getting Sanji on a date?

“Yeah, I do sing, I'm no musician but yeah I do sing. I mean I was raised by a pirate since I was ten and grew up on ships. During the stormy weather the Baratie would close and we would huddle up with whatever food we have and candles. We would drink, eat and sing until the storm passed. I know way too many old sea shanties, Patty and Carne know way too many love songs. They would get way too cozy with each other and as soon as the storm passed they would slip away from alone time.” That was the most Nami had heard him say about himself ever, Sanji came out of the changing room again this time in a pink see through shirt with large strawberries on it. “Umm did you mean to get this shirt for me?” She could see all the marks that Zoro had left on Sanji's skin.

“Yes, you are also getting that shirt!” Nami wasn't sure if she had enough information but she supposed that this would have to do.

#one piece #sanji #black leg sanji #fanfic #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji #nami #ussop #shopping #lust filled thoughts

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queentheweeb · 2 years

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Bakugo X Skinny Dysphoric Female Reader X Todoroki

A/N: I got a new laptop and doing better mentally so hopefully I can upload some more one-shots :)

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Understandably, you were Japan's 'beauty standard'. You had a flawless face, long thin legs, a flat stomach-and backside as well. You had long thin arms with a narrow face and neck. You got compliments all the time about your legs and arms but, you couldn't stand it. You absolutely hated those compliments because they did not bring you joy or make you want to smile. They made you want to hide in your room for months and not look at anyone. You hated how skinny you actually were. Whereas people saw model material as always being the 'first choice' cause of your physical attributes, you saw a failure. You did not want to be a model, you did not want people to only talk to you or want you because you have a "slim beautiful figure'. That is not what you wanted, you wanted to be a hero. You wanted to inspire others to be true to themselves and to be heroes as well. You wanted to save, rescue, and protect people. That was kind of hard when everyone in the hero course thought you were starving yourself and were going to fall over at a moment's notice. You in fact ate as much as Momo and Rikido but, the weight never got put on. Your metabolism was way too fast.

"Y/N, can you answer the question please." You jerked to look at Aizawa whose eyes were boring into yours. You looked sheepish not having an answer because you were lost in thought

"I'm sorry I was daydreaming. I don't know the answer." He hummed moving on to the next person for the answer. You decided to pay attention to the rest of class ignoring the burning feeling of someone staring hard into the back of your head. Class ended and the next class was math with Ectoplasm. You hated math for one or two reasons. You sat in a group with Bakugo and Todoroki which was sometimes bad considering Shoto's need to poke at Bakugo with a smirk on his face. The second reason is that Mineta sits behind you and he always has something to say about your physique. As if you are not aware of how you look. You glanced at Momo as she talked with Iida and Izuku about quirks. You would kill for her body. Because of her body's need for food due to her quirk using lipids, she has a tummy and stretch marks. She gets insecure sometimes but, she has nothing to be ashamed of. She's gorgeous and is one of the smartest people in the class.

"Are you okay Y/N?" You turned to Shoto who snuck up beside you. He always did that. He also did not know what personal space was but, you didn't mind in the slightest. You liked that he invaded your personal space

"Yeah, I'm fine." He glanced between you and Momo. You knew you were caught.

"If you are not fine...you can come to me to talk if you're comfortable." You smiled softly patting his cheek gently

"I'll take that into consideration." You pulled away continuing to walk feeling a strong presence behind you. You chanced a glance jumping at the sight of angry red eyes.

"Take this." You looked down at what he was offering and saw it was your favorite protein smoothie. You gently took it from him looking up to see he averted his eyes to the side glancing at you when he felt you looking at him.

"Thank you, Kats." His eyes widen at the nickname before scowling at you and pushing you to walk ahead

"Hurry up, we're going to be late." You don't understand how you're going to be late when you were literally 5 minutes early to Ecto sensei class. "What are you looking at icy-hot!" You noticed he hasn't been adding bastard to the end of it.

"Nothing special." Before Bakugo could blow a fuse. You guys entered the class and took your seats. Bakugo resorted to glaring at Shoto whereas Shoto chose to simply smirk at him.

"You're on thin ice." Shoto blinked tilting his head to the side.

"Be sure to catch me when I slip." Bakugo choked a retaliation on his lips but of course, Mineta had to make a comment about you again.

"Damn two of you still wouldn't be big enough to fill the seat. You need to eat whatever Momo is eating so-" He didn't finish before he was encased in ice muffling his voice. You didn't even bother to turn around to look at him too lost in thought. You thought you were actually doing a little better. You had gone to therapy for your dysphoria, and even bought clothes your size to fit you instead of clothes twice your size to try and hide your physique but, all it took was one comment to set you all the way back. It wasn't your fault that you were skinny, it wasn't your fault that you couldn't gain weight. You were trying. You always tried but it didn't work out.

"I'll be back." You felt claustrophobic. You ignored the sound of ice breaking and an explosion going off opting to run to the bathroom. You needed a moment to breathe. You made it to the bathroom in time for the tears. You felt so ugly. You didn't feel pretty, you felt like an unwanted, ugly little thing who couldn't fend for herself. A sob came loose and that's when the dam broke. You didn't bother hiding your sounds wanting the world to know how you felt. You didn't know what to do. You didn't know how to make yourself feel better about your body. Dysphoria was a bitch. You were mildly aware of the door opening before two pairs of arms wrapped tightly around you from the front and back. Your eyes were closed as you clung to the warmth. You didn't dare open your eyes until you were done sobbing snot and all coming out. Once you were done you pulled away wiping at your nose and eyes. You opened your eyes after hearing movement only to see the two people you least expected.

"You're feeling better?" Shoto was the one who broke the silence as Bakugo went to get some wet paper towels and dry ones for your face. You nodded numbly taking the stuff from Bakugo and thanking him.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry. That grape fuck was talking out his ass but I don't think he will be saying anything to you for a long time." You blinked at Bakugo before nodding. Fair enough.

"I know my words won't carry anything...but, I think you're beautiful." You smiled bashfully at Shoto despite how blotchy and swollen your face felt.

"She already knows that icy-hot. She wants answers and I got the perfect healthy regiment for you." You blinked at Bakugo as he squatted down to your level. "You're going to eat what I make you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yes, you eat but not the right things. You'll be at your happy weight in no time." You were speechless. He was rough with his words but, you knew he never said anything he never meant

"While he does that, I can help with academics and compliments. If that's okay with you." You looked shocked at Shoto giggling. This had to be the strangest turn of events to have happened to you today.

"Yes...it's fine." Bakugo nodded hauling you to your feet.

"Good, now we got a class to head back to." You nodded going to wash your face some more feeling a bit better before following the other two out of the bathroom and back to Ecto sensei's class.

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Thoughts?

#anime #manga #fanfic #bnha #mha #fanfiction #quotev #quirks #fluff #x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #shoto x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x female reader x shoto #katsuki bakugo mha

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zmediaoutlet · 11 months

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may I ask John a few questions 🥺? 10, 26 & 97 pls

10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on?

JOHN: After I learned about all this supernatural business, I learned about what could happen at a crossroads. A deal you could make, to sell your soul and get what you most wanted in all the world. Well, seemed like a no-brainer to me. Left the kids sleeping at the motel and walked down to where the asphalt would be easy to crack and buried what needed burying, and like magic there's a woman, standing there in front of me, black dress and blonde hair. I wonder now if the blonde hair was a joke. She was sexy because that was her job, but that didn't do anything for me. What got me was -- I asked, I said, my life for Mary's, to get her back, and of course the demon said no. Wouldn't bargain. She was nice about it, if you count a demon as being nice, but she said no firm as anything, and I went to strangle her but she just stood there looking up at me with red eyes and smiled, didn't seem to mind so much if her throat got crushed, and I got a stiffy, right there. With everything I wanted being denied. The demon left and I just stood there, quarter past midnight, and then I jerked off into the weeds at the side of the road, and then I walked back to the motel. The boys were still sleeping, thank god.

26. What’s the most attractive part of the body?

JOHN: The crease between the thigh and the ass. No question. Helps if it's a nice meaty ass and thick thighs but it doesn't need to be. When I was a kid the girls wore high-waisted jeans that were about as tight as anything -- had to use pliers to get their zippers up, sometimes -- and it was a trend for a while there, I guess because of Twiggy, to be real skinny too, but the absolute best thing were the girls who couldn't hide a big meaty ass. Enough to take a bite of. And when you got the jeans off, there in that little crease was just -- all things that are good. Made a couple of kids, getting high off that crease.

97. Do you often get horny in public?

JOHN: Not so often. Have to go to some unsavory places in my line of work -- strip clubs, bars -- but when I'm working, I'm working. Working girl could be dangling her tits in my face but I don't get distracted easy. Not much for daydreaming, either, not when there's work to be done. Every once in a while, though. On the comedown from a hunt and not yet looking for the next clue in the hunt that matters. Once after getting home from a long stretch, took Dean out to the Walmart for salt and bullets and some actual food that wasn't gas station jerky, and we took it slow, wandering up and down the aisles. Dean stopping by the toys to look at the GI Joes and Legos. Both of us standing in front of the televisions that just got bigger and bigger. Somehow in my gut this thing started, that warm tight feeling like you're gonna get hard any second there. Just in the store being domestic, like life wasn't what it was. Wished for a working girl then, could tell you. Dean was a little young then to know what was up but I stuck him back in bed with his brother when we got to the rental house and took a long shower, by myself. Here's hoping he fell asleep quick.

(three more hours of nsfw winchester asks pls help pls)

#happy wincest wednesday #ask meme #answers #okay admittedly these are low on wincest #but maybe sam and dean could discuss it Together #or sam and deanna! or uhhh dean and john? idk

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bloatware-xl-rp · 11 months

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"Wakeup Call (Finale)"

[Pepper Potts x Friday Stark]

Contains: Fattening.

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Friday and Pepper were so lost in thought, neither of them noticed Pepper literally pick up the plate and slurp up the remaining crumbs and syrup with her face. It wasn't until the third lick, when she felt the hot syrip drizzle on her fat left boob, that Pepper snapped out of her stuffing. "Oh god." Pepper Potts laughed. Bursting into a fit of giggles that made her jiggle. Friday watched, when her boss looked at her, she broke into a big smile. Pepper held a hand up to her face, as if trying to hide her chin and cheeks: "I've made an absolute mess of myself, damn. I must have got carried away, I'm sorry Friday it's just-" Pepper lifted her shirt. Friday nearly moaned again. Pepper lifted her shirt, and mopped her face with the fabric. For a brief second, Friday saw Pepper's huge fat tits just sitting atop the huge, stuffed belly and Friday sat in wonder at just how fucking fat the once skinny Ms. Potts had become. For the briefest second, All Friday could see was Pepper's fat thighs, manspread to make room for the huge ball of a gut sitting on the seat of the chair. Pepper's plump tits and cute nips looking exhausted as they sat, and spread heavily over her Boss's big fat gut. The little side rolls that were growing in under Pepper's arms jiggled as she dabbed at her face. Pepper's back wasn't even touching the back of the chair: It couldn't there was too much chubby booty smooshed across the surface of the chair, and pressing into the back rest. A good three inches of chubby cheeks packed into expensive pajama pants, the fabric looking like an over inflated balloon, about to burst. The back of her waistband sagging so low as it tried to hold all the lower body chub, that Friday could see the big bum cheeks squashed together, Pepper's waistband cutting two little muffin tops out of the cheeks, that flopped over the creaking, popping elastic waist. Then Pepper dropped her shirt. Friday never heard what the redhead was sorry for. Something about its all so delicious, you could be a cook. And shirt's ruined anyway, might as well throw it in the laundry. "Of course." Friday said steading her voice. "I mean you already got syrup on it, and it is laundry day." Pepper leaned back, and put both hands on her massive food baby. When she'd woken up that morning, her boobs were so big she couldn't even see her gut. Now, the stuffed redhead leaned back and stared at the little pale orb jutting defiantly out from under her shirt. A shirt, which refused to fall back down over her belly, and instead bunched up ontop of the monument of gluttony.

"Damn, I've heard of a food baby, but this looks like food triplets!" Pepper laughed. The laugh was interrupted by a deep, resonating belch, and a sigh. "Oooh that feels better." Pepper felt exhausted, stuffed and bloated. A little time to digest her morning meal, and it would probably shrink down enough to squeeze into a blouse. She just needed a minute. Pepper reasoned that wasn't fat, it was just a little bloating, that's all. "You're right though...." Pepper yawned stretching, fuck she was so tired. She needed a nap. "...Laundry dayafter all." Then she simply pulled her top off, and tossed it across the room, before lumping back into the chair. Gut out, looking (and to be honest feeling,) like a fat, stuffed pig.

Friday broke. Her body visibly shimmered and shuddered for a second. If she had been programmed to drool, she might have. The Magenta AI could no longer hide the fact she was literally ooggling her fattened boss.

"What?" Pepper asked with a laugh.

"You look hot." Friday said sincerely.

Pepper, didn't know how to take this, and burst out laughing. "Oh yeah, messy hair, no makeup, to full to stand...I'm a real catch. I dunno where you got a sense of humor from because that sure wasn't Tony." Pepper drained her mug again, gulping over and over and over, each swallow making her belly bulge rounder, and fatter looking, until Friday watched the tip of it start to sag and hang over the edge of her chair, squeezed between Pepper's knees, the churning, gurgling dome was firm to the touch, plopped between her boss's plump thighs.

If Ms. Potts looked fat now,Friday couldn't wait to see what she'd look like after digesting all of that. What she'd look like after a week of eating like this. Then reminded herself this was only one meal...then reminded herself she was staring at Ms. Potts. Who was suddenly staring back at her, quizzically.

Friday gave a start and smiled. "Sorry my brain...I was..." She waved her hand vaguely. "Double checking your appointments. Seems you finished breakfast a little early, you can probably take a nap if you want? Would you like the Iron Legion to help you to your bed?"

Pepper laughed. "C'mon I'm not fat Just a little stuffed. Think that was one waffle too many. I don't need the whole damn legion to get me to bed." Pepper rose, and to her shock plopped right back down onto her fattened up rump. Pinned beneath her own huge belly. For the first time, Pepper noticed she could hug her gut, it squeezed into two rolls over and under her fore arms. Her hands couldn't touch...they didn't reach.

Okay. Maybe she had eaten too much. She might need some help.

Two metalic robots stomped their way into the room, summoned silently by Friday who was grinning ear to ear. Imagining the massive blob Pepper was going to become if they kept this up.

"Okay I get the hint, C'mon boys take me to the couch, it's much closer...Friday, make sure I don't oversleep, will ya?" Pepper Potts asked groggily, for all the coffee, she sure didn't feel like she was waking up.

Friday folded her arms behind her back and tilted her head, a reasurring, completely silent nod, and a curt smile.

"You're the B-HUURRRP-breast." The image of Friday's bust flashed in Pepper's mind, and she hastily corrected herself. "Buh-best Friday. You're the best! Damn..." She turned to the iron legionaire on her left the pair dragging her to the couch in the other room. "Is it fucked up I want another helping of waffles. I could work this off, but like...another plate would be too much right?" She mumbled.

The metal men heaved the engorged piggish Potts onto the couch, and she jiggled and shook herself onto her side, letting her stuffed belly hang over the front of the couch, as she dug her arms under a throw pillow and nestled in for an amazing nap. Eyes closed drifting off to sleep, her belly (the only one furious at the entire situation,) voicing it's protest by gurgling and glorping noisily. As Pepper let out the first of many, pain easing belches in her sleep.

Pepper would awaken to ripped pants, a pot belly that refused to shrink, and cold air on her bare butt cheeks as her ass outgrew the seams in the seat of her pants while she slept.

Friday meanwhile was busy trying to figure out how to write an orgasming algorithm to satisfy this bubbling nutty need growing like a computer virus in her very being.

If she couldn't fucking cum...she'd just have to keep fattening Pepper to keep this hot and heavy, fuzzy feels going.

For a moment, Friday stared at the chubby Potts snoring (she didn't used to snore...) and bit her lip. Friday felt a little guilty, duping her best friend into getting fat. But from the look on Pepper's smiling face, it wasn't like she was complaining.

Friday turned ready to sleep herself. Preparing to "follow" the legionaires out of the room. Helping her boss put on a few pounds was devious. Staring at her half naked boss as she slept was just creepy.

Just as she was about to hit the door, as she was about to wink out of existence until her Ms Pig-er Ms Potts needed her again...Friday heard a lewd, crooning moan.

"Mmmmff. Frridaaaaay...." Then a loud snore.

Eyes bulging, the Magenta woman turned back one last time, to see Pepper's hips making little jerks, like a dog humping in it's sleep or something, the ginger had grabbed one of her tits absentmindedly in her sleep, and was squeezing and rubbing it. With a soft gasp, a dark patch began to form in the thighs of Pepper's sleepwear.

Jaw slack, Friday stared as Pepper snored like a chainsaw. Her hand falling away from her tit and hanging limply off the couch. Deep in Pepper's sleep, Friday was real, human, with pink skin and magenta hair, their toned stomachs pressed together...their thighs intertwined, Friday's lips pressed against Pepper's again. Pepper smiled in her sleep, then frowned as Friday said the strangest thing in her dream: "Eat up fatty." Then rubbed her Boss's needy wet pussy.

In the real world, Friday blinked out of existence, and projected herself in the study. She sat, legs folded and "rested" her head against the bookshelf staring up at the dark ceiling, nothing but the glow from her projection casting pink light all around her.

"I think I need to call Reed Richards." Friday sighed. "There is something definitely wrong with me."

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