#my body should just react normally to chicken

[sylvanianfamiliez]

i think my chicken allergy is getting worse. BUT!! i want another slice of pizza yum

#i don’t wanna look into alternatives :0( #other meats r too fatty…..fake meat tastes funny…… #my body should just react normally to chicken

[goldyke]

LAP Bands should be illegal

This post is going to deal with medical fatphobia, weight loss surgery, coercion, emetophobia, food issues, disordered eating, and just all around bad shit. But it’s important.

Shortly after I reached adulthood, I was coerced into weight loss surgery. I weighed about 250 pounds and was considered morbidly obese.

The Lap Band is a disgrace to the medical profession and is just another example of how the medical profession does not care about the lives of fat people.

To preface this: the surgery works. I lost 70 pounds and people treated me differently and I hated them all for it.

The Lap Band made my life miserable. When it was filled, I could not eat until noon without getting stuck. Even then, getting stuck was always a risk. There was a strict diet to follow and you were supposed to be safe from that if you followed it. On top of that, there were rules for how you ate. One standard I saw was not to eat in bites larger than your fingernail. Can you see yourself doing that for a week, let alone years and years?

Getting stuck is a horror you can't imagine. The food lodges in the top of your stomach, blocking off your system. You continue to produce saliva and swallow it down. Slowly, the mucous in your saliva builds up. It feels like you're drowning. Eventually, you have to essentially throw it all up. A disgusting experience (and a mortifying one if you're in public.) The saliva is thick and ropy. This experience is often called "sliming" on the forums.

I became frightened of eating in public. In a way, I became frightened of food altogether. I knew something had to give the day I reacted to someone biting a hamburger in a tv show the way a regular person would react to a killer jumping out in a horror movie. I developed the disgusting and unhealthy habit of chewing and spitting out food. I completely lost my enjoyment of many foods I had previously enjoyed because of how problematic they were (I can no longer enjoy a chicken thigh for example.) I stopped eating meals and began grazing. I developed eating habits worse than the ones that "made me fat"

After 3 years, I had the band emptied of fluid, which significantly decreased, but did not stop, these problems. I regained the weight, and found it didn't bother me. (Along the way I discovered that my discomfort with my body had never been weight related)

I had my band removed after 6.5 years earlier this year. I am in a support group on facebook for victims of this malpractice. There are 5.6 thousand members, each with their own horror stories. Some of them cannot get the band removed because insurance will not cover the procedure, though they happily covered the band's placement. Some have tried to go through with removal but have had surgeons try to coerce them into getting a different weight-loss surgery instead of just removing it. Many have long-term damage from the band eroding the walls of their stomach or esophagus, or from the band adhering to multiple organs. Many of them had the band for 12-14 years, before removal because none of our doctors told us it needs to be removed within 10.

Many practices no longer perform Lap Band surgery and now believe it is unethical. The surgeon who removed my band still performs this surgery regularly.

A study performed in 2011 with 151 lap band patients, found that 22% of patients experienced minor complications and 39% experienced major complications. The person who coerced me into surgery actually experienced major complications and needed an emergency removal.

I experienced no serious complications. Everything I described above is considered normal. And It still drastically lowered my quality of life.

I don't know why I'm sharing this or who I'm sharing it for, but here I am. If you know anyone considering the lap band surgery, don't let them go through with it without knowing the truth. And please be kinder to your body than the medical profession wants you to be.

#fatphobia #medical fatphobia #emetophobia #disordered eating #fat liberation #please reblog actually

[feelbokkie]

Semi-Aquatic Panic

Feeltober Day 2

genre: crack, fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: Jeongin is trying to wrap his head around the fact that is dating a mermaid.

pairing: I.N x mermaid!reader

warnings: swearing, mention of food.

word count: 831

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"So, if I ate like sushi or something else with fish, would that be offensive? Or if you do, is it cannibalism?" Jeongin asks looking up from his phone.

He's spent the past 20 minutes on his phone trying to order lunch for the two of you. Ever since he found out that you are a mermaid, he's been overly cautious around you. He'll stay longer than normal in the bathroom after washing his hands to make sure they're dry. He'll go into a different room if he's drinking water so he doesn't accidentally spill on you. You offered to break up with him and told him that you understand if he does. Every time, without fail, he answers with 'I'll make it work.'

"In, I've eaten several filet-o-fish in front of you." You answer, finally understanding why he's been on his phone so long.

"Yeah but what if you were putting on an act for my sake?"

"Not a single person in the entire world would abandon their morals like that to keep up an act." You groan.

"You're not a person,"

"Excuse me?" Jeongin's face immediately turns red, embarrassed by what he just said and for having offended you.

"I... fuck I didn't mean it like that! I just mean that you're not a human person. Not a full-human person. Please tell me you see what I was trying to get at." He says quickly, trying to apologize for his words.

"In, if dating a mermaid is this difficult for you we can just--"

"No breaking up! I'm just trying to wrap my head around all of this. Sorry, just please give me some time." He pleads before taking a deep breath and picking up his glass of water from the table.

You're not sure if it's nerves or the condensation from the cold water, but the cup slips out of Jeongin's hand and falls all over you. Before either of you could even react, your clothes are soaked and Jeongin is staring at you mortified that he just did that. You sit quietly as you feel your body change into your mermaid form.

"Shit, I knew I should have drank that in the kitchen!"

"In, it's fine," You reassure him. You watch as Jeongin scrambles around your apartment. He's been over enough to know where everything is, but in his panic, he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off.

"What do I do? Do I put you in the bath so you don't die? Do I have to drag you to the ocean?" He runs his hands through his hair as he stares at you in your full mermaid form.

You can't help but laugh. He looks cute all stressed out like this. And you can tell that he really cares for you, too.

"Y/n, this is not funny!"

"Y-yes it is!" You laugh harder. "In, it's fine! If you put me in water I'm going going to be like this longer. Just let me dry out and I'll return to my human state. And if you want to eat sushi for lunch, then order it. Just don't get me anything with roe on it."

"Because they're fish eggs and that's like killing unborn babies?"

"No, because they're disgusting." You laugh again. Jeongin starts to calm down after seeing how relaxed you are about the situation.

"Look, I know I sprung all of this on you, but you're being a real champ about it. We'll figure this out, okay? I see that you're trying,"

"That's because I love you. You're the best thing that's happened to me."

"You...you love me?" You repeat. He's never said the 'l-word' before. Neither of you have.

"I do," He sits down beside you, taking your scaly hand into his, "And I mean it. I don't take words like that lightly. If I say 'I love you,' I really, truly mean it. I don't want to fuck this up. Or accidentally kill you."

"I think accidentally killing me counts as fucking it up." You laugh.

"Y/n," He gently turns your head towards him. There's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before. You can tell that he's serious. That he means it.

"I love you too, Jeongin. I've never met anyone like you before. Normally when I tell people the truth, it's too much for them and they leave. Which is why I've been giving you a way out. So you won't feel pressured into staying."

"There's not a single person in the world who can force me to do something that I don't want to. If I'm with you, it's because I genuinely want to be. Sure, the mermaid thing is a bit weird, but it's not a deal breaker."

"You're weird," You giggle.

"Of course I am, I'm dating a mermaid. Now, you said all you need to do is dry up. I'll get you a towel and then we can order lunch."

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[good-cop-bad-cop]

I am a sucker for sick fics.

How would being down with a cold/flu affect GCBC? Would they even share the cold? Tolerate it better than the other? How pathetic would they be? How would they take care of themselves!?? Everybody else realizing their sick and reacting to it... I like self-care and

Bad Cop peeled his eyes open. Their room was brightly lit by late-morning sun, telling him that they had overslept so late their alarm clock had long since given up on any attempts to wake them. He let out a groan as his eyes fell closed once more. Business was going to be pissed that they took so long to call out. He groped the night table for their phone and tapped out a barely comprehensible text explaining they were sick before sending it off to their boss, and then proceeded to drop the phone on the floor.

Every inch of their body ached, their energy completely sapped by their body's fight against the fever they undoubtedly had. Bad was glad he'd used the last of their spoons to make that chicken noodle soup last night before they crashed; there was no way he would manage it now.

He let out a groan of dismay when his stomach churned at the thought of food. Crap. He'd forgotten ginger ale... The churning became more urgent and he threw himself out of bed.

Emmet frowned to himself as the minutes ticked by and there still was no sign of the Cops. Not that they ever really spoke to each other when they were in the same area, but Emmet had noticed they were men of routine almost as much as he was himself, and normally they would be here for their lunch break about now.

"Is something the matter?" Lucy asked before taking a bite out of her sandwich.

"Good Cop and Bad Cop are usually here for their lunch break by now."

"And?" Lucy frowned at him. "What do you care? It's not like they even talk to anyone."

"Probably because nobody talks to them." Benny pointed out. Lucy rolled her eyes. "Maybe they decided they were in the mood for something else today? There's enough other places to go eat."

"Maybe; I don't know..." Emmet murmured. "Something just feels off about it to me. I ALWAYS see them here."

"Let's go see if they're home then." Benny suggested.

"But I don't know where they live?"

"Don't worry. I do."

They grabbed their lunch to go, and Benny directed Emmet to the apartment building where the Cops lived. They took the elevator up to the correct floor, and Benny knocked on the door. It was almost a full minute before they heard heavy footsteps approaching.

"Wow. You look like crap." Lucy said when the door opened. Bad Cop scowled at her.

"Really? Cause I feel fresh as a daisy. What are you all doing here."

"We didn't see you at the usual lunch spot, so I got a bit... concerned." Emmet admitted. Bad Cop blinked in surprise.

"You actually paid enough attention to notice?"

"Well, yeah! What else am I supposed to do, just completely ignore your existence?" Bad Cop stared at him. Emmet stared back. "...Oh. Well I'm not going to do that."

"I can see that." Bad Cop muttered. He then cursed and hurried back further into the apartment. Emmet clapped a hand over his mouth and turned green when the ensuing sounds reached his ears.

Benny winced. "Yeah, that sounds bad... Uh. Maybe you guys should go? I doubt they'll want to be crowded, and there's no sense risking all three of us catching it."

"What are you going to do?" Lucy asked.

"Help them out, if they'll let me. Being sick by yourself sucks."

"But don't you have to get back to work too?" Emmet managed to get out.

"Eh." Benny waved him off. "I set my own schedule. It's fine." Emmet accepted that answer and hurried away, Lucy following close behind. Benny let himself in and looked around to see what they already had on hand. A bottle of ibuprofen sat on the kitchen counter, and a peek in the fridge revealed a large bowl of homemade soup, but there was no sign of anything ginger to be found. He did eventually find a box of mint tea buried in a cupboard though, and hummed to himself. That would probably help. He brewed a cup and waited for them to come back out of the bathroom.

Good Cop seemed surprised to see him still there when they emerged a few minutes later. "You're still here?"

Benny shrugged and held the mug out to them. "I know what it's like having to take care of yourself when you're sick. Thought I'd give you a hand, if you don't mind."

"Oh." Good Cop automatically accepted the tea and took a sip, relaxing as it did help to soothe their stomach a little. "That's... Thank you."

Benny smiled. "What are friends for?"

#requests

[katethewriter]

hey! i just wanted to tell you that you seem like a really nice person. whenever im on your blog i always see you being so kind and patient to everyone. Also if you want a request for the fluff fic, maybe wandanat x reader and one of them is sick and the other two take care of them or something (they could be denying if you want angst). Feel free to ignore this and sorry if this doesnt make sense, English isnt my first or second language 😅. have a great day! -🩴

Thank you :) I try to do my best. I will absolutely NOT ignore this! I’ve actually been wanting to write something based off greys anatomy episode where Callie gets the chicken pox, so this ask is perfect! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Little White Lie

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 1.3k~

Summary: Wanda comes down with a case of the chickenpox. You don’t react as well as you would have liked. 

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It’s truly amazing how loud silence can be. The whispered turning of pages in a book. A symphony of keyboard keys clicking away tirelessly. A group of people focused individually, comfortable in the silence. 

Wanda stops typing. Her head hangs back with a sigh. She has been working on this mission report for over an hour, and she’s still only halfway through. 

From your seat next to her, you look up from your book, “you ok?”

She nods, “yeah, I just got a headache.” Closing her laptop, she stands from the table, “I’m gonna grab some coffee.” Your girlfriend leans down to kiss the top of your head, but you reach up to her.

You pull her down by the back of her neck until her ear is level with your lips, “I know a cure for a headache that doesn’t involve coffee.” You release her neck and smirk at the blush filling her cheeks. 

Wanda quickly peaks around the room to see if any of the other teammates heard your little exchange. Confident that they are none the wiser, she grins at you, grabbing your hand to pull you in the direction of the door. 

Giggling, you drop the book on the table, completely forgotten. You don’t even bother to mark the page. 

The two of you barely make it to the first empty meeting room before you are on each other. You kiss her passionately, pushing her against the wall until your bodies are flush to one another. 

Your hands rest on her hips, and her hands come up to your face. It feels like every inch of you is pressing into her, and she’s warm, like warmer than normal warm. You hadn’t noticed it back in the common room, but now with her pressed against you, its apparent. 

“You’re hot,” you pull back, but she quickly kisses you again. 

“You’re hot too, detka,” she whispers against your lips before pulling you back in.

You reach up to feel her forehead, and like you expected its definitely warmer than it should be. “No, you’re hot,” you step away from her now, “you have a fever.”

Peaking from under the collar of her shirt, you see a red spot. “What is that?” You grab her arm and push up her sleeve revealing several more of these red spots, “oh my god, you have chickenpox.”

You step away from her fully, and she looks between you and her arm with wide eyes.

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You have to admit she looks pitiful. Sitting on the medbay bed, Wanda is covered head to toe in red spots.

“Please detka, I feel fine,” she begs, but you stand your ground, staring at her from the doorway. “I just want to go back to our room.”

“No can do, Wanda,” Bruce says from behind you. “You are highly contagious right now. If you step foot outside of this room, you will touch walls and door knobs. You could start an outbreak through out the compound.”

You smile at her sadly, “I’m sorry baby, you just have to stay in here for a little while until its cleared up.”

Wanda slumps into the bed, “will you sit with me at least please?” 

“I’m sorry baby, but I’ve never had the chickenpox before, and I never got the vaccine,” you nod your head in the direction of Bruce behind you, “like Bruce said, chickenpox are contagious.” You didn’t think it was possible, but somehow the brunette frowns even more. You can only smile sympathetically as she reaches up to her neck and begins to run her nails along the irritated skin. 

“Don’t scratch.”

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“Oh wow,” Natasha says as she takes in the sight of Wanda sitting on a bed in the medbay. She’s clearly miserable, red spots covering her skin. 

“Yeah,” you reply. 

Natasha has just returned from a mission. You told her of what was going on, but seeing it for herself was something different entirely. “How are you feeling detka?”

Wanda looks up with tears in her eyes, “please let me scratch.” She holds up her hands that have now been wrapped in white gauze to keep her from scratching. “I need to really bad,” she begs, “please just one.” She brings one wrapped up hand to her neck. Rubbing her covered hand up and down the red spots there.

You raise an eyebrow like you have been a lot the past two days, “don’t scratch, it’ll scar.” 

“I don’t care, please,” she pleads.

Natasha decides to take pity on her, “ok, hold on.” She walks into the room.

“She’s contagious,” you grab her arm before she makes it into the room. 

The widow shrugs, “Red Room was very particular about vaccinations. Can’t complete a mission if you’re getting sick all the time.” She kisses your cheek, “its ok, I’ll take over from here, malyshka.”

Natasha crosses the room and climbs onto the bed. She lays down, pulling Wanda to lay with her. You watch from the doorway as the redhead begins to gently rub the witch’s arm with the palm of her hand. The brunette sighs in relief and relaxes for the first time in two days.

“Better?” 

She only nods with a smile. 

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“I should be in there,” you sigh. Watching your girlfriends through the glass wall of the med bay room, you kick yourself for being such an idiot. Natasha continues to gently rub her palm over Wanda’s skin. They laugh and smile while the redhead provides much needed relief for the itching. 

“Don’t be jealous,” Bruce reassures you, “they both still love you. It’s just that Natasha is immune, and you’re not. Once Wanda is all healed up, you’ll be back together just like before.” You both stand in silence for a moment. You are watching your girlfriends while Bruce writes in Wanda’s file. 

“I’ve had the chickenpox,” you admit. Bruce looks up from his paperwork to you. “I told her hadn’t, but I have. I lied to my girlfriends because....” you sigh trying to find the right words, “...because she is just so beautiful. I was scared with pox and the ooze and the fever... I just... I wanted to stay in the honeymoon phase... you know?”

You look to Bruce who gives you an almost deer in the headlights look. “So, I lied like an idiot and now,” you wave an arm in the direction of your girlfriends, “they’re in there and I should be too, but I can’t.”

You roll your eyes at yourself and sigh. Quickly you turn and head to your room to go to bed. 

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Restlessly, you roll back and forth in the sheets. Since you have been with Wanda and Nat, you’ve rarely, if ever, had to sleep alone. The few nights you did have to sleep alone went about as well as tonight has. 

Rolling over, you take a glimpse at the clock on the bedside table, 2:16 am. You groan and roll over again. Trying anything you can to find a position that will be comfortable enough for you to sleep. 

You know its hopeless.

There’s no way you are going to get any sleep without Wanda or Natasha. You sigh, knowing what you have to do. Throwing back the covers, you make your way to the medbay. 

When you get there, you find them fast asleep in each other’s arms. You don’t hesitate any longer. 

Entering the room, you tiptoe over to the bed, trying to be careful not to wake them up. A delicate kiss is placed on both of their foreheads. You lay down on the other side of Wanda so she is sandwiched between you and Natasha.

The brunette stirs in her sleep, thus pulling the redhead from her slumber. Wanda peaks through her eyes to look at you. “What are you doing?” she mumbles tiredly. Sleep has made her voice groggy, “you’ll get the chickenpox.” 

You smile and stroke her cheek, “so I get the chickenpox.” 

Wanda gives you the biggest smile she can while being half asleep. Her eyes close again as she drifts back into unconsciousness, and you are not far behind her.

#askkate #🩴 anon #I feel like I’m not cool enough to have emoji anons #so you just made me happy 🩴 anon 🥰

[larcenywrites]

How would young!Tony and older Tony react upon finding you curled up in a little ball in bed whimpering and crying because your period cramps hurt so fucking bad :(?

He would would be very concerned, and with good reason. He may not know much, but nothing should hurt that bad unless it requires a doctor or something, surely 😣 and may try to recommend it, though that doesn’t exactly help right now :/ tbh he’ll definitely cuddle up to you, and will probably want to just lay on top of you if you let him 🥺 he doesn’t know if it’ll help, but he is warm and cuddly and heavy so maybe it does a little 🥺 and he’ll play with your hair or wipe away/kiss the tears on your cheeks :( he’ll probably also do a lot of research on his own to see if he can do anything! But it’s kinda hard when you don’t know exactly how it feels :( so he may feel a little shorty and useless bc if it :((

But real talk rq, it’s normal to have annoying cramping a day or two of your period, but super bad cramps (especially consistently) is not, especially if it’s also accompanied by a really heavy and/or irregular flow! I recommended starting on a vitamin D supplement + an Omega-3 (provided you are not on any blood thinners, as omega supplements can interact negatively). Of course, I can’t recommend a dosage, as that depends on many different variables like age and weight and what not, so always do research! It is always smart to talk to a trusted doctor or medical provider about awful period symptoms if available, but often times they wanna prescribe birth control first, which is fine if you’re comfortable with it and believe that it’s right for you, and also be sure to do your research on it as well as talk with the doctor! But if BC isn’t an option, many of my friends that I have recommend those supplements to have seen improvements :) though, consistence is key, and it may take 4-6 weeks to start working. I would also recommend finding a good Women’s multi vitamin (I like Garden of Life’s Multivitamin Code:Women, it says 4 a day but I take 2!) as they are created with plenty of zinc and B vitamins, which greatly nourishes the ovaries and zinc may also help suppress ovarian cyst development. I also recommend Peruvian red maca root (make sure it’s Peruvian and not the weaker Chinese version, and make sure it’s the red. I use The Maca Team company, via their website, and take 3 raw capsules a day), provided you don’t have any thyroid issues or sensitivities, but again, always be sure to do your own research and/or talk with a medical provider, and to talk with them if you have any medications or medical conditions. Maca root may be too expensive, however (especially when you’re buying it with other supplements), and multivitamins (especially the brand I use) and omega-3s can also get pricey depending on your dosage and preferred brands and where you live, but Vitamin D is often cheap and easily available, and is the best place to start, as it greatly benefits every part of the body! Another great habit to get into is making sure to work avocado, blueberries/strawberries/raspberries, spinach, and/or sweet potato into at least one meal a day, as those are considered superfoods as well as hormone balancing foods! Chicken, eggs, turkey, and low mercury fish are also very good for that, provided you are able to eat meat. Frozen and canned works just as good, as long as they don’t have too much sodium or added sugar! However, I am aware that this can be an expensive option, especially if buying with supplements. If you’ve had your blood work recently and know that the issue isn’t low levels of any vitamins or minerals, be sure to talk with the doctor, as there are some cases where BC is really your only option, but that doesn’t mean you have to take it of course. It just depends on your level of comfort with your period or with taking BC, if anything at all seems to help in any way (such as Tylenol, heat pads, etc), and whether or not you have any specific medications or known medical conditions. I also recommend non-carbonated kombucha for the bloating (among other things) 😘 provided you don’t have IBS or similar digestive distress issues, and aren’t sensitive to oxalates (in particular, getting kidney stones due to high oxalate levels). But if you’re a first timer, don’t drink more than like half a measuring cup or a single measuring cup, and don’t drink it really fast 😅 And keep in mind that while it is vegan and gluten free, there are low but existing alcohol levels, should that be an issue! And no, not enough to require an ID or to get drunk lol. Again, if you have any medications or medical conditions, always be sure to do research and/or talk with your medical care provider! And overall, be sure to stay hydrated on your period (and all the time really)! It can help with headaches and cramps, and is overall important.

I hope everyone here is 18+, but in case you aren’t, you should definitely ask a doctor before following any of this advice and also do research. Also, often times periods are most painful within the first 3-5 years of getting it, as hormones are new and constantly changing with a growing body. I also recommend you not be on this blog if this is the case 😅

I was once in a rough spot with horrible cramps to where I’d was crying or on a few occasions sick and a very heavy flow, and absent periods for up to 80 days even. It’s unfortunate how little info or care is provided to us, even by doctors :( I suffered for years until I kinda just started doing my own research and it took a good few years to get into a good spot and figure out what I needed and what I didn’t. I wish you all good health and hope you can all find the best routine and supplementation for your bodies and cycles :)

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks #sorry for the rant I’m a health food freak #I used to have horrible period pain until I figured out what my body needed #and so I hate to see others go through it when there may be a way to fix it :( #especially if it can be fixed a little more naturally than medications #and no I’m not some all natural freak dw I believe in meds and vaccines and all aspects of women’s health care 😭 #but I do think it’s important to cut back on chemicals and processed things as much as possible!

[versegm]

OH FUCK I meant to send you a Director's Commentary thing when you reblogged it BUT I FORGOT anyway how about the deets on "And the Audience Clapped"? (If you're still in the mood)

For you? Always <3

The actual fic has a trigger warning for uh. Everything? The base premise of the fic is "Guda has incredibly disturbing intrusive thoughts and does not react well to them" so even if I don't think I'll get into details in my play by play, tw for thoughts of sexual violence, onscreen self-harm and suicide attempts, and overall blorbo from my show spiralling bad.

My primarily goal when writing this was "I want to see how fucking worse I can make Guda." But I'm a weenie I actually like bad endings so my secondary goal was "but I want it to end well."

I have absolutely no idea if I succeeded. I feel like I chickened out too much tbh (<- squicked out by sexual violence) and as for the ending I'm often told that what I qualify as a "good/okay ending" is often "fucking horrifying" to other people. Still I like the final result so that's everyone else's problem. This was however a nightmare to tag which is why I just went the "choose not to use archive warnings/fuck around and find out" route, because if I tagged everything it would be WAY too long.

Anyways. "What if the player was an outer god." I post about it a lot in a comedic tone over here. I wrote it as self indulgent porn somewhere else. But I really wanted to take it in a more... realistic? Direction I guess? What if things weren't automatically fine and ok because the story demanded it. What if it was in fact an incredibly distressing situation to be in. I don't like writing monsters are villains (not my vibe) but that does not mean the monster loving you & having good intentions should always be an instant smooth sailing. Which really means that Guda will be stuck in intrusive thoughts central for nearly 6k.

Now for a more specific play by play of the fic:

The problem with writing the POV character being possessed is that it is incredibly hard to showcase when "this is something normal from the character" vs "this is someone else speaking through the character" (doubly so when the character themself does not realize the possession is happening) So I was at times less than subtle about it. In case it wasn't clear, this is the player being worried about Guda, and Guda misinterpreting the feeling because "this is someone else's thought" is not typically the first conclusion people would draw. Anytime in the fic where you see Guda having conflicting emotions, or being confused about their own feelings, that was a case of player feelings interfering with their owns.

Outer gods are basically eldritch gods in Fate lore. As such I don't think they really have like. A body the way humans consider it. That's why the fics have various instances of weird fascination towards flesh and how it functions. From the perspective of a god, it'd be like suddenly figuring out how an ancient watch works.

When you're being possessed by someone who is 1) incredibly not fucking normal about your bestie and 2) does not know the difference between intimacy love and violence. Bottom text.

Also a lot of people initially assumed that I picked Castoria in this specific scenario because I, too, am not normal about her. And I mean. That is partially true (tho not to that extent lmao) but also Castoria IS canonically one of the closest people to Guda (& the most likely to realize that something is wrong.) It's not just "I'm having horrible thoughts about some random aquaintances" it's "I love this person with all my heart and I want to give them the world, but I can't even give myself to them because my existence is poison." So double the agony.

This was inspired by one specific scene from Mairimashita!Iruma-Kun, available on mangadex and probably crunchyroll please for the love of god read that manga it fucks SO hard.

When you're an Outer God with only a very vague knowledge of humans and what they look like so instead of focusing on eye color or haircuts you're just fascinated by the fact that this lil one has thirty-two teeth. Bottom text.

This whole section is meant to be "all the times Guda died before the player rebooted the games," so I picked all the hardest boss fights I could think of. There's someone in the comments who asked me months ago if they should pick up a guide for the Cernunnos fight because I brought it up like five times in that paragraph alone. My guy if you are following my blog, yes, you should. You really fucking should.

Also I use second person a lot when writing Guda fic because it's easier (they/them can be confusing when you're writing multiple characters in one setting) but ofc for this fic this also gave me the opportunity to write some moments where the player is directly talking to Guda (or at Guda, rather.)

I wanted to show that while the player was at their most Not Normal about Castoria, they do love everyone in Chaldea, which is why Guda is being more affectionate than usual here.

I'm just really proud of "You imagine lapping at her open wounds, lapping at her wet cunt." Intimacy and violence but also holes and fluids you know how it is.

My bitch Guda who wouldn't wish to bother others & show any weakness if they had a gun to their head.

Christ I can't summarize MHXX's lore concisely, but she is repeatedly compared to a character from a sitcom, hence why her first comparison is to tv shows.

This is meant to be a call-back to that bit earlier where they wonder how hard they'd have to bite to make Castoria bleed.

To lb6 players out there: I was thinking of Gareth writing this line.

I don't remember if I told you, but Castoria has Fairy Eyes, ie is capable of perceiving lies (tho the exact mechanics are unclear.) That's why Guda is being extra stubborn. They can't deny that they're fine because she'll know it's false, so they're trying to dodge the entire conversation.

My bitch Guda who is taking the entire situation soooo well (casually deshumanize themself & considers being dead in the same sentence)

[Castoria voice] why don't you get into bdsm and then maybe you'll feel better.

Anyways, that was blorbo from my game having the worst life of their life! I think I could have done worse, and will endeavor to do so soon. Still damn proud of it tho!

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[theeroticahub]

A Picture With Sis

Hey

The short text message had popped onto my phone screen unexpectedly. It was from my baby sister, Noah. I had recently had to move back in with our parents after a few personal disasters in my own life, so I was suddenly seeing a lot more of her. Which was very strange, as I had left home for school and then work on the opposite side of the country when she was all of twelve. Now she was nineteen and...honestly still as much of a brat as when I left. While she had grown, she remained short and flat as a washboard. The real draw--not for me, her older brother, of course--was her ass. Noah ran track in high school and still found time to jog almost every morning. This gave her a bubble butt that she constantly kept in shape and loved to show off.

What's up I texted back

I waited as those three unholy "still typing dots" danced on screen.

R u gonna be home tonight?

Yeah, probably.

Do u want to watch a movie or something.

Now, this was very odd. As long as I had been back, Noah had wanted nothing to do with me. Like I said, she was still a bit of a brat, even as an adult. I didn't take it too personally. Honestly, before I was forced to come home, I never made much of an effort to visit. I talked to my parents on the phone, but Noah always seemed busy with her own life and her own friends. I was far away and she was busy growing up. Maybe that's all it was: a little sister wanting to reconnect with a sibling she hadn't seen hide or tail in seven years.

I'd be down for a movie.

She "heart" reacted and texted back: ok, what should we watch?

Hey, isn't this your idea???

I know, but I never know what to pick :( That's why I never watch movies alone.

You're on Netflix all the time?

Uh, watching tv? like a normal person???

Okay, I'll pick something out that we'll both like.

She heart reacted again and replied: it's a date.

The conversation wrapped up after that, but it was still all so strange. It's a date. That seemed so out of character for Noah to say, especially to me of all people.

I decided I was overthinking it and got back to my day. After all, part of me was looking forward to getting a chance to just hang out with my sister. The only hurdle now was picking a good movie.

(- - -)

Evening rolled around and I made my way to the living room. I had to pass by the kitchen to get there and found Noah by the oven.

"Are you cooking something?" I asked her.

Noah turned to me and for a second, I was struck by how much she'd grown up while I was gone. I gave her a hard time, but she really had become a beautiful woman. She had on a blue dress that complimented the runner's body she had given herself. After wearing her hair short for years, she had grown out her dark curls to perfectly frame her face. When her eyes caught mine, I froze in place.

"Yeah," she said, "I'm making us some pizza for our movie."

"You didn't want to just

order out?"

Noah made a mock offended expression, "Are you scared to try my cooking?"

I laughed and replied, "No, I'm sure it'll be great. I guess I'm just used to movie nights being low threshold events. Order out, stream something, pass out on a couch..."

"Oh, like all your movie nights end on a couch," she said, rolling her eyes. Again, it was a strange comment. I was talking about watching movies in general, and suddenly she's accusing me of Netflix and Chilling...not that she was off base. Don't get me wrong, I was definitely one of those kids who used "cinephile" as a personality description for a couple years, but I wasn't above using the storied medium of film as a pretense to invite a girl over and hopefully get a piece of ass.

Which made the whole situation stranger because Noah was obviously not a piece of ass. I wouldn't deny that I thought she was very attractive, but that was an objective aesthetic response. I already had no idea where this night was going.

(- - -)

Noah pulled her pizza out of the oven --- diced chicken, banana peppers, black olives, and a creamy alfredo sauce for toppings--- and we settled on our parents' couch to stuff our faces and watch something.

"Are Mom and Dad going to join us?" I asked.

Noah gave me a funny look and then said, "Nah, they've got a thing?"

"A thing?"

"Yeah," she said, and I didn't press further. Like I said, this night was getting weird.

I clicked through the myriad of apps on our parents' smart tv to my desired choice. It was a sort of fantasy-western mash-up movie that was a few decades old but I had been wanting to see for a long time. I was about to hit play when Noah stopped me.

"So, I was thinking..." she started to say.

"Yeah?"

"Did you maybe wanna drink while we're watching?"

Alcohol. In my experience, alcohol was not a good way to make it through the full runtime of a movie, especially when a cute girl was involved. What was going on? What was Noah thinking?

Of course, I had an obvious justification: she still couldn't buy alcohol herself. Our parents weren't super-conservative, but I imagine Noah wasn't getting quite as much booze in her living in their house as she had been during the school year.

"Sure, I could use a drink," I said, deciding not to argue the point, "I hope vodka's okay?"

"Vodka's my favorite!" Noah practically shouted. It was almost cute, "What do you have for mixers?"

"Uh, I don't know, check the kitchen."

"What you don't mix your drinks?"

"Straight vodka, baby," I told her, "I'm sure we can find you something. Maybe a screwdriver?"

"No," she said, her hand grabbing at my wrist, "I'll drink it straight."

The touch was unexpected. It rattled me a little. The whole night already had an off vibe and now this. Should I really be drinking with

my little sister? She was family.

It would be fine.

"Okay, I'll be right back," I said. Noah squealed in delight and gave me a peck on the cheek. I just smiled and averted my eyes, quickly making my way to my room for my secret stash. While Noah had only asked for vodka, I had paraphernalia for a few "other things" we could do, but I didn't want to push it. The last thing I needed was my kid sister trying to press me for weed and Adderall at odd hours of the night.

I made my way back to the kitchen with the bottle. Noah had already put out some glasses with ice.

"Oh, you used coasters, even," I said as I poured us each a drink.

"Well, of course," she said, "I'm not an animal."

We laughed and settled in to finally start the movie.

(- - -)

An hour later, I was seriously questioning my thought process over the course of the day.

We still had an hour of the film to go and had put a serious dent in the vodka. I was feeling pretty loose, so I could only imagine how Noah was holding up. Even after I had stopped pouring drinks for her, she just started to help herself. Tiny as the girl was, she drank like a monster.

None of this was the upsetting part, but it definitely enabled it: Noah and I were cuddled up like horny freshmen on a first date. We had been sitting close together at the beginning, but by this point in the movie she was basically on top of me. My little sister was sitting in my lap in a dress that I was suddenly very aware of being much, much too short. It had all happened pretty imperceptibly. It seem like she shifted herself a little closer to me every few minutes, but the more we drank, the less I thought of it. It was only in a brief moment of clarity that I realized we looked like that couple at a house show whose age difference you cringe at a little but don't say anything about. Sure, I lusted after eighteen year-olds the same as anyone, but once I left college and hit the real world, I gave up on hitting the high of that brand of fresh, young...you get the idea.

So that it was happening now, with my little sister of all people, was a little upsetting. Not that she seemed to mind: she was the one who had devoted the past hour to slowly planting herself in my lap. The weight of her ass pressed down on my crotch and it was honestly driving me insane.

At this point, I still had no idea what her game was, and I was so inebriated I couldn't think straight enough to make sense of what was going on, much less stop it.

In this haze of alcoholic and sexual confusion, I was ill prepared for Noah to turn to me with half-lidded eyes and a little smile on her face.

"This is a really, really good movie," she said, her words slurring a little, "You always pick such good movies."

She gave me a kiss on the lips and then added, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said back. It was all I could think to say. Events and feelings were piling up that I suddenly had no tools to make sense of. I was completely ill-equipped to understand what was going on.

"Really?" she asked, "because I love you lots and lots."

Noah had turned around and was now straddling my hips with her bare legs. Her hands found my shoulders and then the back of my neck. This was completely out of control. Her eyes still had that sexy half-lidded look. What was happening?

"Do you love me, lots and lots?" she asked.

This was when I started to lose control. My hands found Noah's hips and grasped them firmly, trying to hold her in place, afraid whatever illusion we were indulging in might collapse. I stared at her face. She really did have a beautiful face.

"Do I need to show you how much love you?" I asked her. I had no idea what I was doing. I was putting the moves on my sister, feeding her the kind of line I would feed some indie bimbo I met at a party or on tinder.

But Noah just bit her lip and nodded her head.

So I kissed her.

This wasn't a quick kiss like the last couple she had given me. We were making out. Her little pink tongue wrestling with mine. I started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" she asked, laughing too but also a bit indignant.

"You taste like pizza," I said. She started laughing harder and started kissing me again. We went at it like that for a while until I realized we had missed a sizable chunk of the movie and I had no idea what was happening. Noah noticed me glancing at the screen.

"I'm sorry," she said, between planting little kisses all over my face, "I know you were excited to watch that."

"I'll finish it another night," I told her.

"I'm tired," she said, suddenly pouty.

"You want me to take you to bed?" I asked and she nodded, "Ok, let's go."

Her dreamy little smile came back and we went back to making out. Without any warning, I moved my hands from her hips to the bottoms of her thighs and stood, lifting us both up. Noah yelped, but kept kissing me.

"Your room or mine?" I asked.

"Your room," she said, "I used to sleep in there all the time after you left."

"Because it's bigger?"

"Because it was yours."

Again, I was struck by confusion. I hadn't realized Noah had missed me at all, much less this much. She had been a pretty quiet kid and I had left, a surly preteen with a chip on her shoulder about her goofy parents. Then her big brother ran off to college on the opposite side of the country and left her alone. Was that why all of this was happening right now?

"My room it is," I said. Noah squealed and hugged herself close to me as I made our way through the house and up to my room. When we got there, we fell back onto my bed, Noah's body pressed between me and my mattress. This was out of control. I knew I should stop, but in the vodka haze, it just made sense to keep going.

"We need to get ready for bed," I told you, breaking the kiss again, "Unless you want us to wear our clothes to bed."

She nodded no this time and I got off her. I took off my pants on reflex, since I usually just slept in my t-shirt and underwear, but Isuddenly felt embarrassed at being exposed like this in front of my little sister. I shouldn't have been, as when I turned around, Noah had stripped off her dress to reveal she was almost completely naked underneath except for ankle socks and a flimsy pair of tiny panties that barely hid the dark happy trail that descended from her navel to the waistband and inevitably to a hairy little teen pussy I was suddenly in very close proximity to.

Part of me was screaming that I shouldn't be ogling my little sister, but another part of me was completely lost in what was happening. Her tits were a couple of perfect handfuls of female flesh. She was the most perfect girl I had ever seen. Better than any of my exes. Better than classic artwork. Better than porn.

Noah extended her arms out to me like a child demanding affection.

"Love me."

(- - -)

The rising sun and a ding from my phone woke me up in my now empty room. I rubbed my head, suffering from an intense vodka hangover, and took stock of the state of myself and my room. I had apparently fallen asleep naked and my bed was in total disarray: sheets on the floor, pillows thrown around, and blue dress and a pair of panties in a pile in the corner.

"So that did happen," I said to myself, "Why did she leave her clothes?"

I had to search around for my phone, which I finally found on the floor on the other side of the room, a message from Noah waiting for me

Hey Perv ;P

Where'd u go?

Miss me already?

I started to type out my reply when another message pinged on the screen:

Here's something to tide u over followed by a little heart.

The message came attached with a series of images. The first couple were just nudes of Noah--not distasteful, but a little weird for a brother to have--but the next few got increasingly obscene, ending in my little sister covered in cum.

wtf??

Instead of replying, she sent me a video, this time of her on her knees, sucking a cock I soon recognized as my own. From the angle of the shot, it was clear I had taken the video myself, and presumably the other pics Noah sent me.

Fuck, how drunk was I last night?

lol was all she said in reply.

This can't happen again, I told her. She went quiet after that. For the rest of the day, I wandered around and tried to process what had happened. I could recall almost all of the night before and while Noah certainly hadn't raped me, I blacked out right before the actual sex, which made my stomach turn. Had she just sucked me off and had me video it for her, or had we gone further? Why would my sister even want to get me drunk and have me violate her? My head was spinning and none of this made any sense to me. I was totally twisted up over it all.

Curiosity finally got the better of me and I made my way to Noah's room. Knocking on her door, part of me was hoping she wouldn't answer, that I could go on ignoring this whole bizarre situationInstead, the door slowly cracked open, revealing Noah standing there in an old t-shirt of mine and some pajama pants.

"Why didn't you text me?" Noah asked, clinging to the door, "I don't look cute, I don't even have make-up on."

"I just wanted to talk," I told her. Noah pulled me into her room and shut the door behind her. Without so much as another word, she pulled me into a sloppy kiss, her arms around my neck.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked, planting little kisses all over my face and neck as I just stood there, completely perplexed, my hands instinctively moving to hold her hips. Even with all the feelings boiling in me, I couldn't ignore how sexy Noah actually was.

"I'm not mad," I told her, "I'm just confused. Why are you doing all of this? We weren't that close when I left."

Noah just bit her lip and cuddled up close to me.

"I'll explain, but can we move to the bed first?"

A little suspicious, I agreed anyway and crawled into my sister's bed with me. She stripped off her pajama pants to reveal her bare ass and pussy and cuddled up with me again. I almost said something, but I just sighed and put my arm around her.

"It started after you left," she started to explain, "I didn't realize how much I was going to miss you until you were gone, but then something happened. All the guys I tried to date, everyone who was interested in me, I always found myself comparing them to you. For whatever reason, you were my measure for what a boy should be. You were my high watermark. When I started to get good at masturbating, it was your face I saw when I came for the first and every time after. I've been sexually obsessed with you the entire time you were gone."

I just looked at her silently as she told me all of this, unsure how to even begin to respond.

"When you came back, I just completely lost it. I didn't want to hang out with my friends, I didn't want to go to work or do my school work, all I could think about was fucking you. I was up in this room rubbing out orgasm after orgasm the entire time you've been back and you didn't even know. It was so frustrating I thought I'd go crazy. You were my brother and I knew you'd never touch me or even make a pass at me, so I hatched a plan."

"To get me drunk and record it?"

"Yeah," she said, pulling out of my embrace to take her shirt off. She settled back into my arm completely naked except for a little gold Star of David necklace, her pale, little face framed by her long black hair the way her black pubic hair framed her perfect young pussy.

"I definitely would have never thought to do any of this on my own," I told her, moving my hand to her tit, "but the blackmail was a nice touch."

Noah moaned as I groped her, "Blackmail? Those were for me. The only thing that gets me off more than thinking about fucking you is watching myself get fucked by you."

"I didn't realized I had such a pervert little sister," I said as I moved to cup her mons, penetrating her pussy lips with my middle finger. She gasped at the feeling of my hands inside her.

"Keeping doing that," she said, "Your pervert little sister loves when her big brother touches her."

I kept working her clit. Surprisingly, it wasn't long until she was moaning and shaking, the throes of orgasm taking over her body. She really must havebeen wound up. Leaving her splayed across the sheets as she hit her come down, I quickly shucked off my clothes, my cock standing at ready to penetrate her once again. It seemed as if she had only just caught her breath as I mounted her. She let out another cute little moan as my cockhead penetrated her body. Hearing her squeak and moan in surprise at the intensity of the sensations sent me flying over the edge. I drove my cock home.

Balls deep in my little sister's pussy, I just lost all control. I'd been with a fair share of partners, but this was different. This was absolute, raw animal fucking. I wanted to possess her body and make my sister into my personal human sex toy. The intensity was unlike anything I had ever experience before.

Of course, with all that build up--and her hands clawing at my neck and back, thrashing under me in pleasure--it wasn't long until I felt the semen churning inside of me, read to burst.

"I'm gonna..." I started to say. Noah interrupted by pulling me into a kiss, locking her legs around me at the same time, so I had no escape. I shot my full load up into her waiting, cum-hungry womb. I was...in heaven.

"Fuck," Noah whimpered under me, "It feels so hot inside me. It feels so good."

"I love you," I told her, surprisingly myself.

She just smiled and kissed me again, "I love you too, big brother."

I collapsed onto the bed as Noah bounced up and ran off to use the bathroom. It was only then, when it was too late to do anything, that the immensity of what we had done really hit me. We had committed a crime. We had committed a sin. We were no longer sibling but lovers.

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She’s Baby - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, crack

Summary: On a mission, Y/N gets hit with a quirk. Basically, she returns back to being a baby. And obviously, her boyfriend is left to take care of her.

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A/N: Y/N has the Cheshire quirk I mentioned in another post. The main thing you’ll need to know is that she can teleport and she can shape shift into any feline creature.

“......What am I looking at right now?”

Bakugou stared down at the small child being held by Kirishima. She oddly resembled his own girlfriend, with the same E/C eyes and H/C hair. Kirishima stood nervously as he let out a chuckle while sweat dripped down his face.

“Uhh..this is your girlfriend Bakugou. Some things happened on the job with Fat Gum and now Y/N’s a baby,” Kirishima explained. It took a second to process but once Bakugou finally got it, he started cackling. He bursted out laughing with tears streaming down his face. He went to pull out his phone and took a picture of your baby form, which was currently chewing on her foot through her pink onesie.

“Hehe, cute.” He whispered to himself as he looked at the photo.

“Ehem, anyways. Considering you’re in a relationship with Y/N, we decided to have you be her caretaker until she returns back to normal, which should be in just a few hours.” At his teacher’s words, Bakugou’s eyes popped.

“What?! Do I look like some damn babysitter to you?!” The blonde screamed.

“No, you look like her boyfriend. So man up and deal with her!” Kirishima said as he shoved you into your boyfriend’s arms and shut his dorm room door. Bakugou grunted and sighed before he looked down at baby you in his arms, he softly smiled down at your cute form that was cooing at him and reaching for his face.

“If our future kids look anything like you, they’re gonna be cute as fuck.” He said as he tickled your tummy.

—

After a few hours of having baby Y/N in his dorm room, Bakugou thought it’d be a good idea to get you both some food. A healthy meal made by the Japanese Gordon Ramsey himself should suffice.

Bakugou walked out of his room with you, not in his arms, but you standing on his shoulder, tugging on his blonde locks. Your baby form apparently loved high perches, which made sense due to your quirk being cat-related. As the two of you made it to the common rooms, the students of class 1-A took notice of the oh-so casual Bakugou that held a baby-you atop of his head.

“Uhh, Bakugou? You have a baby on your head.” Kaminari mentioned from the couch.

“I’m aware, Dunce Face.” Bakugou said as he entered the kitchen. “It’s just Y/N. She got hit with a quirk and now she’s like this.”

“Ohh, she’s so cute!” Mina said as she walked up to you two and took you away from Bakugou.

“Hey! Give her back!” Bakugou said as he reached for you. Mina moved back to dodge his attempt and succeeded.

“No! I wanna hold her! You’ve been with her all day!” Mina argued.

“Because Mr. Aizawa told me I had to take care of her!” Bakugou replied.

“Well if you don’t want to then I’ll happily do it!” Mina said.

“No! She’s my girlfriend so give her back!” Bakugou said, finally successfully getting a hold on you.

“She’s my best friend so let me have her!” Mina said as she jumped on Bakugou. Unfortunately, they both fell to the floor and landed next to each other on their backs. As he fell, you flew out of Bakugou’s grip and everybody looked to your falling baby form and gasped. “Oh no!”

Before you landed, your body teleported next to Bakugou. Your boyfriend looked at you in shock before grabbing onto you. “Shit! You scared me, Y/N.”

“Woah! She can still use her quirk?” Sero said as he walked to you three.

“I guess,” Bakugou replied.

“You guess?!” Mina said. “So she could’ve fallen and you weren’t gonna do a thing about it?!”

“It all happened so fast, okay?! And besides, I didn’t see your dumbass doing anything!” He argued as he held you against his chest.

“Because I was on the floor!” Mina argued.

“And that was your fucking fault!” The blonde said before he got up. He perched you on his hip as he grabbed ingredients to make a simple dish. He began cooking while still holding onto you and while some students offered to hold you so that he could focus on the meal, he only growled at everyone’s attempt to take you away from him. He refused to let anyone but him hold you after that almost falling fiasco.

—

Finally, it was time to feed you! Unfortunately everything Bakugou made wasn’t to your liking. Udon? No. Tamago Sushi? No. Curry? No. Oyakodon? Nope! Eventually he gave up and brought you to the supermarket so you could pick out some baby food. While you looked for food, your boyfriend couldn’t help but notice the stares he was getting.

‘These damn idiots must think I’m her daddy or something....well in a way I guess they’re right,’ the hormonal teen joked to himself ‘but I’m not no damn teen father!’ Bakugou went back to searching for something for you to eat and gagged as he looked at all the jars of mush.

‘Peas and Carrots. Spinach. Chicken and Rice. Gross. Who would feed a baby this shit?’ He thought. He held you in his arms as he watched you reach for a red-ish, pink paste in a jar. You smiled as you held it up to him while he read the label. “Dragonfruit and Chia Seeds..doesn’t sound half bad. Alright brat, let’s go,”

—

Back at the dorms, Bakugou set you in the common room couch. He would’ve put you in the kitchen, but there were no booster seats and that put you at a safety risk. The couch was the next best thing. Low to the ground, soft cushions, and you would have a carpeted fall if an instance were to happen.

While you got comfy on the couch, Bakugou took a seat infront of you on the coffee table. He pulled out the small jar of food along with a baby spoon and that’s when his group of friends walked in.

“Hey man! Whatchu’ doing with lil Y/N?” Kirishima asked as he hunched over the couch to allow you to play with his hands.

“Just feeding the brat,” Bakugou said as he opened the jar. “C’mon Teddy Bear, you gotta eat.”

Kaminari snickered at the pet name. “You’re still calling her ‘Teddy Bear?’”

“Yeah? She’s still my girlfriend dunce face!” The ash blonde said waving the spoon around. “She’s just, in a different body.”

“Yeah, a baby body,” Mina teased with a laugh. The Bakusquad (minus Bakugou) all laughed with her.

“Well at least I’m not calling her ‘babe’ or anything like that!” He reacted fiercely. “Whatever, Y/N, just eat the food.”

You looked at the spoonful of mush that your boyfriend was offering you and after staring at it for a hot minute, you smacked it out of your face. The scoop of food landed against the wall making a splat sound. The group of teens all looked at you in shock as you just laughed and clapped your hands together in excitement.

Bakugou was getting irked as he knew what was coming. But there’s no way, right? This kind of stuff only happened in TV. Right?

—

He was wrong. The jar was empty, but Y/N wasn’t full of any food. She had flung spoonfuls of dragonfruit on the walls, the ceiling, the floors, and the Bakusquad. You were the only thing in the room that was clean. The group of friends all stood covered in pinkish blotches as they circled you. They now all had a spoon that held the last bits of food. They were going to feed you. No matter what it took.

“Go!” Sero screamed and the friends all jumped into action. Kirishima dove in first but you teleported out of the way. He spilled his spoon as he hit the ground. When you reappeared, you looked to your left and saw Kaminari standing there. He smirked down at you with a crazed grin and when he tried to grab you, you transformed into a little kitten and knocked the spoon out of his hand, dropping its contents. You transformed back into your baby state and there, you met Sero. Not because he was standing there, but because the mad man was swinging with his tape trying to get to you. You once again teleported and he crashed into the wall, obviously getting the small amount of food on there as well. You stood on the kitchen island and Mina popped up behind you and got a hold on you. She successfully got the food into your mouth and smiled at the sight. She held you up in victory and the squad all cheered. Unfortunately, as Mina brought you closer to her face level, she looked at you and you spit the food right back into her face.

“Ah!” She screamed at the feeling of having baby mush in her eyes and dropped you. You teleported again and stood on the coffee table. There, Bakugou gently picked you up in his arms and cradled you. You fussed but he held the spoon in front of you and begged you to eat.

“Please Y/N. Just eat the damn mush.” He softly spoke. You looked up to your boyfriend who stared down at you with pleading eyes and you kindly took the spoon into your mouth, swallowing the food. The squad cheered again while Bakugou contently sighed in relief. He pecked your forehead before putting the spoon in the sink. “Hey Pinkie, mind giving Y/N a bath while I clean the place up?”

“Why me?” Mina asked, wiping her face.

“Because you’re both girls?” Bakugou said, looking at her as if she was dumb.

“So? You’re her boyfriend. Are we gonna act like you haven’t seen Y/N naked yet?” Mina said, smirking at the blushing blonde with a hand on her hip.

“S-Shut up! And this is different! I’m not looking at her bare baby body!” Bakugou complained while looking flustered with red cheeks.

“Fine, fine,” Mina said as she walked to Bakugou, taking you from him. You whined at the loss of touch from Bakugou and reached out for him with sad eyes and grabby hands. He smiled down at you and played with your baby hands.

“Relax you damn brat,” he said with a soft smile, “it’s just for a little bit. Okay?” He asked and you cooed at him, almost as if you were telling him you understood. He kissed your forehead before going off to clean the room while Mina walked away with you to give you a bath.

—

Mina returned with a clean baby in new clothes that she had Momo made. She gave you back to Katsuki who was waiting for you on the now clean couch. Once you were in Katsuki’s hold, you giggled and reached for his face. He smiled and leaned forward to allow you to squish his cheeks, just like how you would if you weren’t a baby.

“Yup, you’re definitely Y/N.” He chuckled before giving you another forehead kiss. The Bakusquad all sat with him again and watched their friend interact with the mini you. Kaminari was sitting next to Bakugou and kept trying to play with you, and you definitely enjoyed the electric blonde’s entertainment.

“Hewo there my baby waby~” Denki cooed in baby talk as he tickled your chin. “Our lil coco-moco-chucka-wucka-OW!” You bit his finger. The squad all laughed at the sight and even the bitten blonde chuckled before petting your baby head...in hesitation of course. Bakugou laughed before bouncing you in his arms to get more comfortable. He leaned back on the couch and you crawled up to his upper chest and got comfy. He held a hand below you to make sure you didn’t fall as he smiled in content. It was an adorable sight, truly.

“You know man, you’d make a pretty good dad.” His best friend said. Bakugou looked towards Kirishima with a weird face.

“Ugh, Shitty Hair, this is my girlfriend, not my daughter.” He said, rubbing your tiny back.

“Yeah we know, but the way you interact with her baby form, you’d make a great father!” Mina said. “And plus, we all see how Y/N is around children. Kids love her. You guys would be really good parents.”

The thought of you and him being parents put a blush on his face. You, him, a mini Y/N and a mini Katsuki. A dog with a big yard in the back of a big house once you guys are big shot pros. Sounds like a dream to Katsuki. He snapped out of his daydream once his friends all awed at him for blushing and smiling as it was obvious to what he was thinking.

“Shut up you idiots! We’re going to bed!” The ash blonde said before getting up and carrying you back to his room. He placed you down on the bed before turning around to get some sleeping clothes for himself. As his back was turned, a white glow went on behind him and when he turned back around, he saw you in your normal form, naked under his blankets.

“Uh, Suki? You mind?” You asked with a little giggle. He smiled at you before handing you a big tee and a pair of his compression shorts. You put that on and once again got comfy under the sheets. Bakugou got dressed for bed and joined you by jumping into the sheets.

He covered you in kisses and you giggled at his touch. “I missed you baby.”

Man did it feel good for Katsuki to call you that again and not have it be weird. “I wish I could say the same but it feels like I just saw you before I left for the job.”

“Well, you were with me the whole day. I guess that quirk just puts your brain on pause for a bit while you’re in baby form so it makes sense that the last thing you remember is the battle.” He said.

“I still can’t believe I was a baby. Bleh. Tell me about it!” You giggled. He laughed with you in his arms.

“Uh, I don’t fucking know. You were a cute kid.” He mentioned.

“Were? Baby, I’m still cute.” You said with sass and flipped your hair, he laughed at you again and kissed your cheek in agreement.

“Yeah, you are. But baby-you was really adorable. You almost fell but surprisingly your quirk still worked and you knew how to control it so you were safe.” He told you, but you pushed his chest away to look at his face.

“You almost dropped me?! Katsuki!” You yelled at your boyfriend.

“I know! I know! But, you didn’t fall!” He replied. You only huffed and sighed before having him continue,

“Anyways. Then I had to feed you but your picky ass wouldn’t take anything I made. Which is weird because you love my cooking. Mini you just wanted to be a pain in the ass.” He said ruffling your hair. “So I took you to the store and everyone there thought I was some teen fucking dad or some shit!”

“Wow Katsuki~ I didn’t know you had kids. Who’s the mom?” You teased.

“Shut up, dumbass.” He said with an eye roll, “besides, if I were to have a kid with anyone, it has to be you. I’m not putting a kid in anybody else. I refuse.”

That made you giggle and you felt the heat rush to your face. “Same here Katsuki. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

A comforting silence came over the two of you as you remained cuddled in his arms. A few minutes of silence and Katsuki finally asked his burning question. “Um...how would you feel..about growing up with me? And getting married. And-..I don’t know, kids?”

His breath got stuck in his throat as he waited for your answer. You looked up at him with a sweet face before giving him a loving smile and peck on the cheek. “I only want my future to be with you, Katsuki.”

He smiled again and kissed your lips. “Same here, Teddy Bear.”

A/N: Horrible ending but..whateva i guess :/

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[rekarra]

Brain Break #31

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: NSFW-ish

Genre: Crack? Smut?

Word Count: 2466

Warnings: Dummies being dummies, a little somnophilia- but like, they were both asleep when things happen, but they both wake up before anything serious happens.

Author’s Note: Listen, I am a Tae stan, but I have A LOT of feelings about Jungkook. Don't touch me.

My Masterlist

Of course, you had to share a room with him. Of course, there was only one bed. Why couldn’t your life be simple and normal?

But nnnoooo.

Your life had to be a fucking romance book trope. Right down to the crush you’d developed on your childhood best friend, who you now had to share this god-forsaken hotel room. Served you right for not having the forethought to actually book a room when you'd booked the flight. No, you just had to leave your sleeping arrangements up to fate on this trip.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Standing in shock at the predicament you’d gotten the both of you into, you could feel the heat of embarrassment warm your cheeks as you heard Jungkook walk through the door. Why did he have to look like that as he carried your combined luggage? Why did he have to grow into someone who looked like he should be on the cover of GQ? And why did he have to do it all wearing a thin white shirt and gray sweatpants?!

A shake of your head cleared the unholy thoughts that started to form in your mind, you had the good graces to at least feign bashfulness when he looked around the small hotel room he’d have to share with you. Watching the way his grip tightened on the handles of the duffle bags he carried, you couldn’t help letting your eyes drift over how the muscles of his arms flexed, tattoos on full display as he sat the bags on the dresser.

“Well, we’ve definitely been in worse places.” Jungkook chuckled wryly, your heart sinking into your stomach.

Fucking get it together. Sharing a room with him is NOT a good idea.

Burying your face in your hands with a groan, you turned away from him, an attempt to collect yourself. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed your hands down your cheeks before whirling to deal with him again, a more than obviously fake smile plastered across your mouth. “It’s fine. This is fine. I’ll just go down to the front desk and see if there's another room.” Even to you, your voice sounded too chipper.

“Funny, it doesn’t look like the room is on fire,” Jungkook chuckled, real laughter this time.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, “You can’t just go around speaking in memes, Kook.”

“Hmmm,” He placed his hand on his chin, thumb rubbing across it as though he were actually using any of the presumed brain cells in his head. “Pretty sure I can.”

A frustrated sound left your throat before you put your legs in motion, attempting to walk past the idiot so you could go down and talk to the front desk. You came to halt as said idiot grabbed your wrist, holding you in place.

“Oh, come on, Nugget. It’ll be okay,” You cringed at the childhood nickname Jungkook couldn’t seem to let go of. As if eating 30 chicken nuggets in one sitting wasn’t something he did on the daily now. You’d been thirteen and had skipped lunch before band rehearsal. By the time he’d gotten done with baseball practice, that you had waited through without complaint, you would have traded your most prized position for even a single nugget.

Oblivious to how you reacted to the name, Jungkook pulled you to him, his arms wrapping around you in a sort of bear hug. He trapped your arms to your sides with his own, his large body radiating heat against your back as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "I'll just sleep on the floor or in the tub." He laughed quietly, his breath fanning against your ear and cheek as he spoke.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down had been a bad idea with him so close. Underneath his cologne and the scent of clean laundry was something unmistakably Jungkook. That smell with so many memories tied to it. Memories of when you first met him in third grade and he’d been the new kid in school, of climbing trees during summer breaks, of safety when things would get bad at home and you’d run to his house, his family always welcoming you with open arms. And lately, it seemed that scent had a direct line to your libido.

Clearing your throat, you regained your composure as you pulled away from him, your duffle bag now the most interesting thing in the room. “Fine,” You stated, beginning to pull your clothes out. “We’ll keep this room,” You could feel Jungkook bounce on his toes with excitement that had you smiling. “For tonight.” You continued, looking back at him as his shoulders drooped. The corner of your mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Can’t have my little Kookie waking up with his back thrown out all because he thought sleeping in the bathtub, of all places.”

Jungkook’s face contorted in an unhinged expression over the pet name, nose wrinkling as his top lip raised. Unable to stop the giggle that rose from your throat, you gave in, laughing with your whole body at him. See, not so nice to have a stupid nickname, you thought at him. Scrunching your face up over how cute he could be, you tapped the end of his nose with the tip of your finger before turning back to finish unpacking. “Let’s go eat,” You said, having put the last of your clothes away. “I’m fucking starving, so I know you’re hungry.”

“Hey! The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jungkook gave all the appearance of indignation.

“You know exactly what I mean. How much ramen did you eat that one night? Six packets?” Folding your arms over your chest, lifting an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, but like, there was a dare involved and you know I can’t back down from a dare. A dare’s a dare” He whined.

“Whatever,” You replied, grabbing the clothes you’d left out to get changed into. A quick glance between the outfit you’d picked up and Jungkook, you cleared your throat. “Do you think you could like… I don’t know, leave so I can change?”

Jungkook huffed, “Geeze, first you get a room that I can’t sleep in and now you want to kick me out of it? Woooow…”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you felt the headache coming. You needed to eat, and in order to do that, you had to change. That couldn’t happen with him here. “Look, just go to the bathroom or something.”

“Banishing me to my room already, I see.” He whined that stupid smile that showed his front teeth off stretched across his stupidly good-looking face. It was enough to make you want to either throw something at him or throw him on the bed.

Pressing your fingers into your eyes, you mentally counted down from ten before speaking slowly. “Jungkook, please. I’m hungry.” You put more emphasis on that last word, hoping that he’d get it through his skull that you were on the verge of hanger.

Looking up, you watched him put his hands in front of his body, a joking defensive gesture. “Fine, fine, I’ll just go to the bathroom. You know, check out my bed. Make sure the water gets hot. No need to get all mean to me, Nugget.”

Clenching your jaw, you watched him walk into the bathroom. You didn’t start changing until you heard the door lock then quickly ditched what you’d had on for something a little more put together, but still comfortable.

Talking a little louder than normal, you let him know he could come out as you were putting your boots on. Hearing the door open, then silence, you looked up as soon as you’d finished lacing the black leather.

Baby fawns caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck had nothing on Jungkook. His eyes were so large and unblinking that he appeared to not have eyelids at all, his mouth gaped open, head tilted to the side. Narrowing your own eyes, you snapped your fingers at him. “Hello? Earth to Jungkook. Come in, space cadet.”

Shaking his head in much the same manner you had earlier, you watched as the synapses in his brain started firing again as he rapidly blinked his eyes. “Right,” Jungkook cleared his throat. “Guess I should get changed too.” He said, looking down at his attire as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Turning to head into the bathroom he’d just vacated, you took this time to try and slow your rapidly beating heart. That look couldn’t have meant anything, right? It certainly couldn’t have meant what your imagination wanted it to mean. Giving yourself a quick look in the harsh light of the mirror, you shrugged your shoulders. Good enough, you thought. Not like you needed to impress anyone. This was meant to be a relaxing vacation, which was something that couldn’t start until Jungkook was safely in his own room. Hearing what had to be the same muffled tone he’d heard earlier, you sighed before hyping yourself up. We can do this. It’ll be fine.

Nothing would have ever prepared you for what you saw as you entered the room. Jungkook was still pulling his shirt over his head, giving you an uninterrupted view of how broad his shoulders have become. Guess your little Kookie wasn’t so little anymore. As he turned, you averted your eyes, hoping he would be able to see how warm your cheeks had become. Still, you couldn’t help sneaking careful glances at his toned stomach and narrow hips. A defeated sigh left you.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Jungkook asked as he took you in.

“Nothing,” You said a little too quickly. “Just hungry and I’m stuck here, waiting on your slow ass.”

Pulling his shirt down where it belonged, he hastily threw his shoes on, standing before you. “This okay?” He lifted his brows, the flash from the jewelry in the one twinkling in the light as he looked for your approval.

“F-Fine.” Cringing inwardly as your voice cracked, you turned on your heel, making your way to the door, trying your best to focus on food. Everything would be better once you ate, you hoped.

Dinner was uneventful, the both of you feeling full and tired as you finished your meal. Checking your watch, you thanked yourself silently for having booked your flight so you arrived later in the afternoon, allowing you to be able to sleep through the jet lag and get you on a normal schedule.

“Ready to head back?” Jungkook asked through a yawn.

Nodding, you stood, leading the way out.

Back in your shared room, still stupid, you thought to yourself, you flopped down on the bed. Hearing Jungkook move around the room, you felt a tug on the blanket you were currently spread out on, whining before you rolled over, letting him pull it from the bed.

“Okay,” He said, voice a little small. “Guess I’ll sleep on the floor?”

You nodded, already feeling tiredness drag you under. Moving so at least you’d have a pillow under your head, you curled up, fighting for a second to get your body under the covers before sleep claimed you.

In what had felt like only a few seconds, the mattress dipped down next to you. An angry whine left your lip as you cracked your eyes open, seeing Jungkook right in front of you as he climbed onto the bed beside you.

“Kook, what are you doing?” You mumbled.

“Shhh.” He whispered, and even in the dark, you could see his bright smile through your slitted eyes. He lifted the blankets you’d been under. “Just gonna scooch in here real quick, pardon me.” A heartbeat of silence that almost had you back to sleep, “We’ve been trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty.”

Groaning, you ripped the pillow from under your head, launching it in the direction you’d heard his voice. “I swear on everything you hold dear if you don’t shut up…”

A soft ‘oof’ came from somewhere beside you before a soft chuckle. “Go back to sleep.” He said in a whisper that you barely heard, sleep already pulling you back under.

It was hot. So hot. You whimpered, grinding your hips into the hard surface wedged between your legs, your brain focused on the sole thought that if you could just keep going, you’d cool off. A little shift and your sensitive core rubbed in just the right way to have you moaning. Just a little more. The echoing moan to yours wasn’t supposed to be there. It was enough to have your mind reeling, wondering how you could make it happen again. Repeating the motion, you were rewarded with the same sound. And it was still too hot.

Blinking your eyes, the overly hot feeling followed from your dream as you started to wake up. The suffocating heat was the first thing you noticed in the pitch-black room. You tried getting your bearings, but a weight across your middle pinned you down to the bed. The realization of where you were and who you were with hit you. Feeling his thigh slotted between your legs, the dampness from your sex soaking through your underwear, you started to panic. Your eyes finally focusing on the half-lidded ones staring back at you, a shift of his hips pressed his arousal into your thigh.

“Don't stop,” He whispered, breaking the silence of the dark. With a jolt, you tried to untangle your limbs from him but were only met by his strong arms holding you in place, his fingers pressing against your back. “Please.” You could hear the desperation in his voice, mirroring the one that was in your head. It would be so easy to just…

Quickly shaking your head, you looked back into his stupid, sparkling eyes, a soft inhale of breath. “Jungkook?” You questioned, hesitantly.

“Please. I’ve been thinking about this for so long. You have to know how I feel about you.” He spoke softly into the quiet space between the two of you.

Releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, you looked away from how he looked back at you, placing a hand against his chest, pushing slightly. “Things will be different.”

“Don't care,” He mumbled with a pout. “We’ll figure it out.”

He looked determined and, much like with everything else the two of you have been through, you knew you’d both be okay. Leaning in, you gently placed your lips against his, feeling the small smile as he sighed, pulling you closer as your hand gently cupped his cheek. You allowed your body to relax against him. He was still Jungkook. Still your Kookie. But maybe now, he could actually be yours.

#BangtanArmyNet #ipurpleunet #Jungkook x Reader #Jungkook Smut #Jungkook x You #Jeon Jungkook x Reader #Jeon Jungkook Smut #Jeon Jungkook x You #Reka's Brain Breaks

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

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-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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[whump-a-la-mode]

(I might have asked this already so if I did, sorry for the repeat)

Lab whump ideas? Whumpee is the result of a project that didn't go quite as planned. They're basically a teen/young adult in body and mind, but they have no memories. How could they? They were just made.

The scientists want to learn everything about their new creation, and they don't particularly care about Whumpees consent in their experiments. Whumpee doesn't like how they're treated, but it isn't like they know anything else.

How could Whumpee learn that they deserve better? That they should be treated like an actual person? (And then run away)

Whumpee was lucky. Whumpee had a privilege that no other human had. Whumpee was created with a purpose.

I love this idea so much, and in fact I have an OC with a very similar concept! I hope these prompts are good, and that they can help spur on some ideas for you!

CW//Lab whump, gaslighting, psychological whump, restraints, straightjackets, dehumanization, implied self harm, some pet whump

• Whumpee’s life is extremely sheltered, of course it is. They know nothing beyond the walls of the lab in which they were born. Words like “outside” confuse them, and they’re never allowed anywhere near a window.

• What does Whumpee think they are? Do they know that they’re human? Are they allowed near mirrors? Allowed to know that they resemble their captors in all but the white coats?

• While there’s plenty of physical whump to be done in a lab, there’s plenty of emotional and psychological whump, too. Testing the limits of a whumpee’s psyche. Can they tell right from wrong? How do they react to terrifying situations?

• Whumpee’s life has become a series of “tests.” In order to test their reactions, Whumpee often finds themself in harrowing situations, such as being woken up in the middle of the night and told there is an intruder. Do they begin to have trouble separating fiction from reality? Do they think there’s always a test going on, or do they believe that their tests are, in fact, real?

• Whumpee doesn’t know what it’s like to live as a normal human, not at all. They’ve never worn anything other than a hospital gown, and they have no clue what it’s like to wear shoes. Their life is so limited that they don’t even know most colors. There is merely the white of the walls, and the red of the liquid that the scalpels extract.

• Whumpee doesn’t like their life, they don’t like their situation. The scientists likely view them as aggressive, perhaps even too aggressive to leave unrestrained. Perhaps Whumpee is kept in a straightjacket, or strapped down to their bed at night. Perhaps they aren’t even lucky enough to have a bed. Of course, Whumpee doesn’t know any better. They don’t dislike the scientists, as they don’t know what dislike is. The idea of living a painless life has never occurred to them. There is no existence outside tests.

• What does Whumpee eat? There’s plenty of possibilities for this. Are they given human food? Food generally palatable to children, like sandwiches and chicken nuggets? Maybe they’re fed on a liquid diet, or entirely off of nutritional supplements, or off of some other creation of their captors.

• Whumpee would never dream of escape. In fact, they don’t even understand the concept. There isn’t anything outside of the lab, as far as they know. Heck, they haven’t even explored every part of the lab, only the parts they’ve been taken to. In order to even think about escape, they would need to get the idea from an outside influence.

• In thinking of who could be this influence, my mind first went to the idea of a student. Perhaps an intern, or a grad student, shadowing the scientists at the lab. Student was never supposed to see the part of the lab housing Whumpee. However, during an emergency, they spot them-- A bedraggled, thin person with wide eyes, running about in a hospital gown.

• From then on, rescuing Whumpee becomes Student’s mission. They manage to do so, one night. They get Whumpee all the way to the exit-- But Whumpee stops, terrified. What are all those things beyond the door? Why is the ceiling blue, the ground green?

• Eventually, Student manages to get Whumpee back to their home, but that’s only the beginning of their problems. After all, there was a reason that the lab employed security staff. Whumpee is unstable, and extremely fearful. They don’t know how to do anything-- How to put on clothes, how to bathe, brush their teeth, use utensils, read, write- They can barely even speak.

• It’s an agonizingly slow process to help Whumpee. First come their basic needs. Student starts off by feeding Whumpee what they’re used to. If Whumpee is used to eating on the floor, then they eat on the floor. Slowly but surely, they work their way up to sitting at a table, then eating finger food, then, last, utensils. Drinking water out of a cup is next. Then, hygiene. Student bathes Whumpee, teaching them every step of the way. How to apply soap, to wash their hair. They teach them how to brush their teeth, even though Whumpee can’t stand the taste. They wind up getting them kids’ toothpaste with fun flavors.

• Whumpee is trying. Whumpee is trying so hard, so hard to please who they view as a new master, a new scientist. Sure, this one may not wear a white coat, but as far as Whumpee knows, everyone who is not Whumpee must be Whumpee’s master. They try to help, even to their own detriment. When Caretaker gets out scissors to cut Whumpee’s hair, Whumpee helpfully holds out their arm to be dissected. A single touch, and Whumpee is on their back, willingly submitting to examination.

• Whumpee does not know what it is like to be human. They don’t even know they are human. Everything they do, they do because Student tells them that it would make them, Student, happy. That’s all Whumpee wants. To please their master, so they won’t be hit. And, slowly but surely, these things meant to make Student happy... End up making Whumpee happy, too.

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

fatgum

fuck yeah I LOVE writing for Fatgum

fatgum x Plus sized! Reader

Warnigs: I talk about titties.

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: it seems everyone on the internet can only talk about how good your pro hero boyfriend looks after he loses weight. you can't help but think you might stand to lose a few pounds yourself.

You were on your side scrolling through twitter. A terrible idea really. There were pictures of your boyfriend after today’s fight. It must have been a tough one. There was almost no fat left on him. His shirt was ripped showing his abs. Most of the posts were talking about how hot he looked like this. How lucky he was that he could burn fat so quickly. How yummy he was. Hmm.

You knew Tai didn’t mind your weight. But sometimes you did. What would life be like if you could lose weight as quickly as he did? And even though he didn’t mind your extra fluff, maybe he would prefer someone thinner, fit, and able to fit into more fashionable clothes. Someone that didn’t need a superhero to sweep them off their feet.

“Honey? I’m back!” you shook your head pulling yourself out of your thoughts. You got up and went to greet your superman.

“There’s my baby-” he cooed, shouldering in through the doorway, his arms loaded with bags of food. Too much for anyone who wasn’t him to eat. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Look at what they did to my boy!” you gasped seeing layers of bandages that covered his torso, you hadn’t noticed any cuts in the photos you’d seen, all the damage must have been internal, which didn't make you feel any better

“Relax it’s just a few broken ribs,” he said laying down the food on the table,

“Oh just a few broken ribs,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll be fine, always am,” he assured, “come on let’s eat, I’m starving,” he said. You sat with him and helped him pull out everything. Something about seeing him in person just brought back your earlier concerns.

“Take whatever you want baby,” he said.

“Is there like a salad?” you asked. He nodded,

“Here, barbeque chicken southwest style, what kind of dressing do you want? We've got a bule cheese and- hey what’s with the face?” you hadn’t realized it but your nose had wrinkled with distaste.

“Nothing Just hoping for something a little lighter I guess,” you shrugged

“Big lunch or something? Don’t worry babe if you don’t finish it I will,” he said.

“No it’s not that- I’m just trying to lose a little weight,” you admitted. Tai froze, he put down the salad and picked up a box of sweet and sour noodles. Pushing them towards you.

“Well that’s dumb, here eat,” he said pushing more stuff at you.

“Tai I’m serious, I don’t like the way I look,” you huffed.

“Why not?” he asked.

“I don’t know, don't you think I’d look better thinner?” you asked.

“Do you like me when I’m thinner?” he asked, gesturing to his thin form.

“No- but that’s different,”

“It’s not. I love you no matter what you look like,” he said. You huffed, you should have known it would have gone something like this, he really could be so stubbornly positive sometimes. You sighed and started picking at the noodles. You didn’t need his approval to diet, even if you hated the idea of actually dieting. You wished you could just become thinner like Tai. you were just taking your first bite when he spoke again.

“Besides, I kinda like big women like you,” he murmured. You choked.

“You can’t just say shit like that,” you spluttered.

“Why not? I mean it, you’re whole body feels like a titty,” he said around a mouth full of food.

“TAI,”

“What? My whole body also feels like a titty, best kinda squishy,” he said, poking his chest that was already starting to expand back to its normal plump and round shape.

You burst out laughing.

“There’s a smile,” he cooed, “I didn’t even get a smile when I got home, that hurt honeybunny,” he said.

“You’re the best Tai,” you sighed, beaming at him,

“Second only to you,” he leaned across the table and kissed you.

“Now dig in before I steal your food,” before you could react he lunged with his chopsticks stealing a mouthful off of your plate and stuffing it into his mouth. You acted in retaliation, snatching a chicken kabob from him. His eyes narrowed, his wide smile turned into a smirk.

“Now it’s on cupcake.”

Both of you were cashed out on the couch recovering from the big meal. Taishiro pat his stomach, big and round. You were laid out on his chest, using him like a bean bag chair. Your arms couldn’t even fully wrap around his middle. Fatgum smiled and patted your head.

Really, you had nothing to worry about. Your body was perfect, you were perfect. Besides, even if you did go on a diet he’d just have to fatten you up again, that was his job after all.

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[waka-chan-out]

TSUKKI AND 19 SFW PLEASE AND THANK YOU

300 Follower Event

Tsukishima Kei

Prompt 19: “I’m sorry for calling. Can I please come over?” - SFW

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

non-canonical timeskip.

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: friends to lovers and hurt/comfort, boys. my specialty. (for context you met in college.)

the full body gasp that left me when i got this ask. your mind. i love where it’s at.

It took you a moment to register the vibrations thrumming against your hand. It had started in your dream and continued as you inhaled heavily and rubbed your face. Eyes barely open, you pawed through your comforter and found your ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

Well, that sure woke you up. You sat up in bed and held the phone close to your ear.

“Tsukki? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” His voice was unsteady. You checked the time.

“It’s three in the morning. Are you sure you’re alright?”

There was silence on the other end. You could almost feel his hesitation.

“I’m sorry for calling,” he said. He inhaled a shaky breath. “Can I please come over?”

“Jesus. Uh, yeah. Do you want me to pick you up? If you aren’t safe I can call you a car or something?” You pushed off your covers and moved quickly through your room, throwing clothes and other random items into their designated areas.

“I can get there myself. Are you sure this is okay?”

“Oh my god, of course. Just be safe getting here.”

“I always am.”

“Okay, well, please be safe. Just knock when you get here.”

You straightened up most of your living space and started boiling water for tea.

It didn’t take him long to get there. It never did. You swung open the door to face a very dejected, very tired looking Tsukishima.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.” You couldn’t push the look of concern off your face. He stepped inside and you gently shut and locked the door. “Are you hungry? We can talk but I don’t want you to feel—”

Your words died as Tsukishima melted against you. He dipped his face down and buried it against your neck and let out a shaky breath. His arms locked around your shoulders.

You hesitated. Yes, he was softer with you than most, but never this soft. You wrapped one arm around his midsection and brought the other one up to rest in his hair. He didn’t speak, but his breathing was weak and unsteady. If you didn’t know better you would have assumed he was crying.

“Let’s sit down.” You used the most gentle voice you could muster. “Do you want tea?” He shook his head against your shoulder. “Are you sure? I have that one you like.”

“You still aren’t allowed to tell anyone about that.”

You smiled.

“I haven’t and I won’t. Go sit down.”

He continued holding you tightly for a second, then rose to his full height and readjusted his glasses. You followed him to the couch with the tea. It was bright red and smelled strong — passion fruit, though he’d never admit it to anyone but you. He was so funny about letting people know his favorite things.

When you sat down beside him he immediately leaned onto your shoulder. His behavior was making you feel a little sick. Tsukishima was distant, sometimes a bit clingy when you were in a crowd or at a party, but that was never more than a hand on your back or thigh. He was never . . . like this.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re so touchy?” you asked. He huffed.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t be grumpy. You don’t have to tell me, but you also don’t get to take it out on me.”

He was silent for a moment, then took a shaky breath.

“I had a dream.”

He wasn’t going to continue if you kept asking questions, so you kept silent.

“It was weird at first. Normal dream nonsense. I was back on my high school volleyball team but all the upperclassmen had turned into bears.”

You snickered before burying your face into his hair, holding in the rest of your laugh. He turned his face the slightest bit to the side so he was addressing you more head on.

“If you keep laughing I’m going home.”

“I’m done. I promise. Sorry.”

He returned his gaze to the cup in his hands.

“So they were bears but it was like a normal practice. Then practice ended and when I walked out of the gym I was back on campus and you were there.”

“Were we college age again or were we our age now?”

“College. Now shut up.”

His hands were twitching in his lap, thumbs awkwardly padding over the glossy ceramic of his cup. You wanted to grab them and stop the movement, but you had no idea how he’d react.

“You were with this other guy. I don’t know who he was supposed to be. I didn’t recognize him. But he kept touching your lower back and trying to kiss you so apparently he liked you. Sometimes you let him so I guess you must have liked him back. So I started making my way over and I yelled for you and you ignored me,” he said.

“I’d never do that.”

He stayed pointedly silent for a moment, then continued.

“I tried yelling for you again and you didn’t listen. Then you walked into the science building and I tried to run after you but suddenly I was at that coffee shop we always went to.”

“The one that sells bubble tea?”

“Yeah, that one. You were with that guy again and when I walked in he was kissing you and kissing you and couldn’t take his hands off of you. And I tried to walk up and talk to you but you gave me this nasty look, like you hated me.”

His voice sounded strained. It wasn’t like he was about to cry. Tsukishima Kei didn’t do that, even around friends. He just sounded so . . . hurt.

“So, I just left. I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t know what I would do.”

You didn’t either, so you stayed completely silent.

“Time is weird in dreams, so a few years passed and I didn’t see you. I tried to ignore it, so I just blocked you on all social media and didn’t talk about you with my friends. And then —”

He stopped. You craned your neck to look at his face and his jaw was set, a hard line in his normally flexible, sarcastic demeanor.

“Then what?”

He took a long sip of his tea and even then hesitated, like the words would burn his tongue on the way out.

“I was going through my mail one day and there was this picture. But it wasn’t just a picture. It was you and this guy, and you looked so happy. It was an invitation.”

Oh.

“Before I could even react I was waking up.”

“That’s why you’re so upset?”

He stayed silent.

“Tsukki, you know I don’t dislike you. I never will. Nothing will change that.”

“That’s not—” he trailed off but sat up, like your touch now burned him. He set down his mug but was very, very careful not to look at you. “I don’t care about you disliking me.”

“Please tell me what you do care about, then.”

“I just . . . I can’t lose you like that.” He spoke slowly, carefully, like each word weighed thousands of pounds.

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Tsukki, stop. I’m not going anywhere.”

He laughed bitterly.

“You don’t see the problem, do you? I don’t care if you hate me. You could tell me you always have, and I’d be fine. I’d move on. But the second I receive some shit like that in the mail, it’s over.”

“So you’re not upset that I didn’t like you?”

“No.”

“You’re upset because I was getting married?”

He was quiet, still refusing to look at you.

“Tsukki, we need to talk about this. Look at me.”

He finally glanced over, a sardonic smile curling his lips.

“You want me to repeat myself? Because I’ve told you why I was upset, but you seem oblivious.”

“I’m not—” you started, but you knew there were more important things happening than telling him he was wrong. You hesitated before asking what was reeling through your mind. “How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long has that idea upset you?”

He rolled his eyes. “Do you remember that party we went to in college? Where I finally admitted we were friends and you ran around telling everybody?”

Your face was heating up.

“That long?” Your voice came out more strained than you wanted it to.

“You asked,” he snapped. You sat in silence for a moment, letting his unnecessary snark fade, replaced by slumped shoulders and nervous finger tapping. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. This is a lot. I should go.” He started to stand, and your heart lurched. A panic you didn’t know was hiding under the surface began to rise, and you snatched Tsukishima’s wrist.

“I would have felt the same.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. He turned, a confused expression on his face. “If I had that dream, I mean. I probably would have been a wreck.”

He gently settled back on the couch.

“You’re not messing with me?” he asked.

“Am I the kind of person to do that?”

“Absolutely.”

You huffed a quick laugh. “Yeah. But not like this.”

He stared at you, an unreadable expression on his face as his eye searched every inch of yours. Neither of you moved. He was so hardheaded and you were always determined to match him, to push his buttons until he had to show the slightest bit of vulnerability. Now it felt more like a game of chicken, both of you letting the tension rise, waiting for the other person to snap it. It was as Tsukishima was opening his mouth to speak, and his eyes fell to your lips and stayed there, that you decided you wanted it to be you.

You leaned forward quickly, pressing your lips to his as nerves threatened to boil up out of your body. Tsukishima inhaled hard, burying a hand in your hair as if he was trying to anchor you in his arms. You could feel his anxiety, his frustration, his excitement, all humming against you in the slight shifts of his body as his other hand came up to cup your face. He was gentler than you could have ever imagined, and it was nearly painful when he pulled away.

He kept his eyes closed, breathing quiet but unsteady, and smiled. Neither of you could bring yourself to speak. You just held each other close and let years of hesitation melt away.

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[letarasstuff]

Making the Voice quieter

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it!

Summary: Spencer finds out about his daughter's eating disorder, he will he react?

Warnings: Angst, discription of an eating disorder (bulemia to be more specific), discription of (binge) eating, bad body image, self hatred, abuse of pills (diet pills)

Wordcount: 2.2k

✨Masterlist✨

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Prison. Cat. Diana. All those things happened close to each other. Luckily a few months have passed since then and slowly everything settles down. Spencer is able to get his feelings sorted through, processing the events.

Ever since his imprisonment he follows a more or less strict routine, given the uncertainty coming with his job. Spencer still tries to keep it up. So is every Friday dedicated to buying the majority of groceries and needed non food articles.

Sometimes (Y/N) tags along, other days she already has plans with her friends. Her father doesn’t mind it much, he is happy to see her socializing with people her age. The two of them have one father-daughter-night in the week anyways.

“Sweetheart, I’m heading out! Did you put everything you need on the list?” He shouts into the apartment. A faint “Yes! Love you!” echoes back to him. A smile forms on the doctor’s face. Oh how he longed to hear those words from her every night while he laid in his bed, locked up for a crime he didn’t commit. “Alright, love you, too!”

Meanwhile her father has to deal with Karens being their ignorant selfs, (Y/N) is under the biggest stress she has ever been. The end of her sophomore year and suddenly every teacher thinks it’s alright to give the students a load of work in every single class.

It’s beginning to get to her head. Four essays, three projects and studying for two tests and everything is due next week. She can see herself sitting at that very desk for the whole weekend, trying to contain control of her current situation.

As (Y/N) begins to read the page in front of her again to pull any information from it, it feels like her brain shuts down. Only one thought possesses her. One thing that can assure her, make her happy again.

Her body moves automatically, into the kitchen to the fridge. Her hands grab what they can. Puddings, yogurts, bananas, apples, last night’s dinner, everything that she can carry. Then the teenager sits down at the floor and devours everything she just got out. (Y/N) doesn’t stop until she gets to this intense feeling of being full.

It seems like she snaps out of a trance. Upon seeing what she ate in the shortest time, the girl feels even worse. Quickly she tries to destroy any kind of evidence, getting the trash out, making the fridge appear more full than it is, anything.

In her panicked state she remembers the small container of pills in her room. Relief washes over (Y/N), thinking everything will be better. She takes two of them for good measurement.

With the relief also guilt takes over. What just happened wasn’t normal. But (Y/N) tells herself that she can stop any time she wants. It’s not like she is sick or something, everything is fine. It’s just her way to copy stress. A way she discovered while her father was in prison. The diet pills help her to undo her mistakes. Someone from her friend group, who is already 18, got her them from the doctor for a fair price.

Feeling calmer now, the teenager sits back at her desk. A new perception of control helps her to continue her school work. She has to get done as much as possible, because in not even half an hour (Y/N)’s best friend will be the toilet.

Spencer is completely obvious to it. Sure, he is a profiler and he noticed his daughter’s new view on eating healthy food and working out. He just assumes that (Y/N) and her friends are on a healthy trip and he doesn’t see a problem in this. On the contrary, he is happy that she wants to be good to herself and her body.

But as the weeks go on, a suspicious feeling captures him. “(Y/N)? Why is the fridge nearly empty? We got groceries last Friday and it’s only Tuesday. Did you have a party over here while I was away on the case?” Spencer enters his daughter’s room, trying to joke about it.

(Y/N) freezes. Of course she isn’t able to say that the food went bad and she threw them away, her father is meticulous regarding this subject, always checking the best before day date. “Uhm, please don’t be mad. But Alex, you know her, the short one with red hair, uhm her parents are on a business trip and she is not the best cook. So I brought her lunch and dinner over. I’m sorry for not telling you.” She looks down at the floor, not only to feign sadness but also to avoid his eyes.

The second the teenager talks Spencer knows there is something fishy. Her voice is higher and she fidget with her hands. But he writes it off as being nervous for not telling him. Ever since he is out of prison, it feels like his daughter is withholding something.

“It’s fine, Sweetheart. Just give me a heads-up beforehand, so I know to buy more groceries. What do you think about ordering something tonight? I heard from Luke that a small Chinese restaurant opened a few streets down. We can celebrate the end of the stressful phase in Sophomore year.”

It seems like (Y/N) is calculating something in her head. Spencer knows exactly what she thinks about. “You can forget about your calorie intake for one night. I see how much time you invest in living healthy, but we can let loose for a night together. Just some noodles with chicken or spring rolls and us trying to use chopsticks and giving up after two minutes and resorting to forks. How does that sound?”

The teenager would love to sigh, but it would only alarm her father further. “Yeah, you are right. Let us let loose. But only if I can choose the movie we watch after dinner!” (Y/N) feels bad for eating unhealthy food again. Her last binge was only yesterday and usually she tries to consume lighter things. But she has to bite into the sour apple, else her father will be more suspicious. After all, she can just stop. (Y/N) promises herself to not think about her weight, her shape or the calories she will eat.

Well yeah, no. Just after the first noodle hits her tongue, intrusive thoughts take a seat in her mind, getting settled.

‘You already look like a potato.’

‘Are you sure this is the right thing to eat?’

‘Can you really stop?’

‘Dad is going to hate you when he finds out.’

All of them and more enter her head. (Y/N) is unable to shake them off. She is fine. She doesn’t have a problem. She just doesn’t feel like eating now, that’s fine, right?

“Uhm Dad. I’m full and really tired from the day. Is it ok if I go to bed? Maybe we can rain check on that movie?” The girl asks, feeling even worse for ditching her father. Usually it’s the other way around.

“Are you feeling ok? You look a little pale. Are you sick?” Spencer fires his question canone being the borderline helicopter father he always is. “Yes, just really exhausted from all the assignment and school work. A good night's rest and I will be good as new.” (Y/N) attempts a small smile, but fails miserably at it.

“Ok, sleep tight baby. I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge for you tomorrow.” Quickly she goes into her room. The thoughts in her head scream louder and louder with each step she takes. Can she really stop? Maybe she should come clean to her father.

‘And risking him hating you? Look at you, thinking you are sane is the only thing keeping him from abandoning you. How would you explain him keeping you otherwise? It’s definitely not for your looks.’

Later that night, (Y/N) hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep because of the voices, she makes her way back to the kitchen. In an attempt to distract herself, the teenager scrolled through her social media sites. There she was met by pictures of perfect people.

Perfect bodies. Perfect lives. Perfect smiles. Perfect family. Perfect friends. Everything about them is perfect.

And then there is her. Her body is unperfect. Her life is a mess. Her smile is not that of a model. Her family is just her, her father and the people he works with. Her friends aren’t always the best associates.

The stress of not feeling enough is getting to (Y/N)’s head. Like several times before that her body goes into auto. She doesn’t control her movements, though she tells herself all of this is willently.

Like so many times before the girl goes through the fridge and eats everything up she can get her fingers on. But this time one thing is different. Her father is at home. And he isn’t a heavy sleeper.

The movement in the kitchen wakes him up. Immediately his brain jumps to a burglar or even worse, an UnSub they once arrested coming after him. Quickly he gets his revolver and sneaks through the hallway to the source of the noises. As Spencer only sees his daughter sitting there, he instantly relaxes.

“Hey Sweetheart, what are you doing up? It’s a school night”, he softly asks in order to not scare her. Still, (Y/N) gets startled at the sudden voice.

“Uhm, nothing much. Just hungry. Probably because I didn’t eat dinner”, she explains, looking at her father like he caught her with her hand stuck in the cookie jar. Spencer watches her closely. “This is it? Because from what it looks like you not only ate your dinner but also tomorrow’s breakfast and right now lunch.”

(Y/N) swallows her bite, feeling that sinking reality in her stomach. The pills. She needs the pills fast before her body begins to digest the food. “Uhm, yeah. I probably should go to bed. I need my sleep. Just let me tidy up. Good night, Dad.” But he is quick to stop her.

“(Y/N), I want you to sit down. There is something we have to talk about.” Hesitantly (Y/N) takes a seat. “What is it Dad? Are you reprimanding me for eating? I thought you wanted me to let loose for a night.”

Spencer sits, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Baby, I want you to be alright. But I think you are not.” His eyes get a sad look. “I’m alright. I am fine, Dad. What do you think is wrong with me?”

“Look, (Y/N), I don’t need to be a profiler to see that you are struggling with something. Do you want to tell me about it?” Her answer is a tight lipped smile and a “I’m fine. There is nothing to talk about.”

The father sighs. She is not leaving him much of a choice. “And what about them?” Spencer asks after getting something from the highest shelf in the kitchen, the one (Y/N) barely reaches by stepping on a stool. He sets a little container down on the table.

“Dad I-” “No (Y/N). You don’t need to explain anything. It’s my turn to talk. I found those in your room yesterday while I was looking for a book. At first I thought nothing of it, I mean you are trying to live healthy, so I thought this is part of the process. But then I saw that they have to be prescribed and I know that these aren’t yours.

“I wanted to talk about it with you anyway. But now I know that I caught you binge eating and I see all the signs. I see them and I’m sorry for not acting sooner. (Y/N), you need help and I’m here for you. I know the last few months were especially hard on you. I can’t change what was and what happened, but I will be here for you now." Tears stream down on boths their faces.

(Y/N) is stammering for words. “I-I am fine. I can stop anytime I want. Th-this was a conscious d-decision.” Her father envelops her in a hug, cradling her head to his chest. She begins to sob.

“I know, Sweetheart. It’s hard and it won’t get easier from here on, but I’m here. You know you can’t stop, it’s only an illusion your eating disorder wants you to believe. But we get through it together. You, I and the team if you want to. We take it at your pace.” By now the two are crying loudly.

“I want it to stop, Dad. Please make the voice go away.”

He can’t make it go away. No one can. But Spencer helps to quiet it. Together they tackle the disorder, through the good and the bad times. He takes off from work for a time and (Y/N) out of school for a few weeks to be able to work on it together, to make the voice quieter and her life better.

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