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pitubea1910 · 3 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Avengers

Word count: 5k

Warning: some swearing, alcohol, mention of sex, a bit of teasing.

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A few months ago, you and nine other recruits received a phone call saying to be at the training facilities first time in the morning. Once you got there, you were told that you would be receiving extra training, long hours and double effort. Whenever you asked why, they just said it was classified.

After two months of training ten hours per day, seven days a week, being put through several trials and tests, you were called to the office of Maria Hill –the head of all the recruitment process-. To your surprise, she wasn’t alone when you got there: Nick Fury was there.

You had never met him in person, although you had heard many stories about him. And his presence was as intimidating as you imagined. Or even more. He had a deep voice that shook to your core, a way of talking that let you know he was someone not to mess with, he owned S.H.I.E.L.D and he knew it.

“Agent (Y/L/N)”, Hill started as soon as you took a seat after recovering from the surprise of finding Nick Fury in the room. “Let me introduce you to Nicholas Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Yeah, I know who… he is”, you said with a small smile. There was no one around the facility who didn’t know who this man was. Maria Hill smiled too.

“Nice to meet you, Agent (Y/L/N)”, Fury said. “I have been following your training for the last two months quite closely.”

Your felt your mouth go dry. He had been following your training?

“And I have to say it is quite impressive”, he added. He took a tablet from Hill’s desk and swiped the screen a couple of times. “When it comes to strategy there’s no one who can beat you, you’re strong, fast, your combat skills could be a match for Black Widow’s… definitely impressive.”

“Thank you, sir”, was all you could say. You knew you were good, but you never thought you would be good enough to hear it from Nick Fury himself. He was a legend.

“As you know, these last two months we have been testing you on a daily basis”, Hill said and you nodded. Of course you knew. You could feel it in every bone and muscle in your body. “What you don’t know is why.”

“And I guess you’re going to tell me?” You asked, looking at the two of them.

Fury put the tablet back on the desk without taking his eye off you. You would be lying if you said he didn’t make you nervous, but you had the feeling that looking away wouldn’t help you there, so you were determined to hold his eye. After a few minutes, you thought you could see a hint of smile on Fury’s lips, but you probably just imagined it.

“The Avengers have requested a new member for their team”, he simply said.

If you had been drinking something, you would have choked on it or spitted out for sure. Out of all the things you thought this meeting was about, the last thing you expected was something like this.

“The Avengers?” You asked. “As in… Captain America, Black Widow and Iron Man?”

“Are there any other Avengers that we don’t know of?” Fury asked with a teasing tone.

“Fair enough”, you mumbled.

“We chose 10 candidates and we have been putting you through tests and trials without telling you why”, Hill said now taking the tablet and showing you some graphics. “All of you started off with enthusiasm, showing the best results you had got since you got recruited. However, as the weeks passed, most of your colleagues’ performance started to deteriorate.”

“We had meetings with them”, Fury said. “We asked if there was something wrong, why this change when they had proven to be among the best of their class. They said that they were tired. That they didn’t know what was going on, what was the point of all this suffering.”

“I never got any meeting”, you said.

“Because your performance only got better”, Hill said, showing you a graphic with your name on it. “You have been the only one who, despite not having a purpose, a goal, not knowing what was going on, kept on working as hard as you did on the first day.”

“And that, Agent (Y/L/N)”, Fury said, “is exactly what we need. Someone who won’t fail, who won’t slow down, who will be there every day no matter what, with the same spirit as the first day. However, as much as we thought you are the perfect candidate, we are not the ones who have the final say.”

“Then?” You asked confused.

“We sent all of your files to The Avengers, with all the progress of the last two months. And they have made a decision. They want you, Agent (Y/L/N).”

A week later you packed all of your belongings in a suitcase and left the S.H.I.E.L.D HQ in a black SUV to move into The Avengers Headquarters in Upstate New York. Their welcome had been incredible. Since the very first moment you walked in the residential quarters of the huge compound, you were warmly welcomed by the team.

It took you a time to get used to your new life. You still had to train every day and soon you found out that it was a harder training than the one you did as a simple recruit. Obviously, they didn’t hold their punches. At first, you ended up at the infirmary most of the days, but eventually you started getting stronger and getting used to this new way of fighting. There was less theory and more instinct. And, soon enough, you started going on missions.

At first, they would be recon missions, nothing major. However, in a few months you proved yourself to be able to do more. You would never forget your first mission with Steve, Tony, Bucky and Natasha. It was the most exciting, exhausting and hard day of your life and, despite coming back injured, everyone kept on telling you how amazed they were by you, your work and your skills.

They took care of you, visited you every day until you got better, helped with your recovery and to get back on your feet in no time. You had found a family in them and it looked like they saw you as one of them now.

“You know what day is it tomorrow?” You asked when you walked into the kitchen.

You had just finished your training and had walked into the kitchen to have a smoothie. As usual, since you had the same training hours scheduled, Bucky was there as well.

Since the beginning, you had started training with Bucky as your mentor. You didn’t really fight against him, since he could knock you out without even trying, but he was there to observe and correct, give you advice, put more weight on your weights and push your limits.

When you first started training with him, he wouldn’t talk much. But, eventually, he started opening up and you gladly discovered that underneath all that sulking attitude was a really funny, easy going, teasing and loving kind of guy.

You spent so much time together that soon you found yourself looking around for him every time you walked into a room, sitting in front of him in every meal, next to him every time you would watch a movie, spending hours in his room just talking or playing videogames. You just couldn’t picture your life without him in it anymore.

“Saturday?” He said, throwing a bottle of water at you, which you caught without problem.

“Something else?” You asked, unscrewing the cap. Bucky thought for a moment and shook his head. “Really? I should be offended. A year ago, your life changed.”

“Did it?” He asked, a smirk forming on his lips. You narrowed your eyes and threw the cap of the bottle at him. He laughed and dodged it. “I know, I know. It will be a year since the most annoying person in the world walked through those doors with that lost puppy look on her face.”

“I wasn’t lost!” You exclaimed.

“So you’re annoying?” He teased.

“Not as much as you are”, you said and stuck your tongue out. “Maybe we should celebrate.”

“Why?”

“When was the last time someone put up with you for so long?” This time, he was the one narrowing his eyes at you, which made you laugh. “But seriously, it doesn’t have to be a party. But we could have a drink all together or something.”

“Ask Tony”, Bucky said. “He will organise anything in the next 45 minutes.”

“Good point”, you said nodding your head. “I’ll talk to him.”

You were about to walk out of the kitchen, fully intending to talk to Tony as soon as possible, when Bucky called your name. You turned around to find him walking over you.

“Yes?” You asked.

Once he was standing in front of you, he sighed and moved some hair that had flown out of your ponytail and put it behind your ear. He caressed your cheek and looked into your eyes, making your heart beat louder and faster. You took a deep breath, trying not to look down at his lips.

“A year ago, I met the most important person in my life”, he said. “She’s strong, funny, annoying as hell and incredibly oblivious. But I wouldn’t change her for anything.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek softly before winking an eye at you and walking out of the kitchen, leaving you flustered, confused and on the edge of fainting.

***

Just like Bucky had said, as soon as you said to Tony that you would like to have a little celebration, he took out his phone and started organising a little party. You made it clear that you didn’t want or need anything big, but once Tony started organising a party there was no way of knowing the size of it until you were in it.

“I thought you didn’t want anything big”, Bucky said when you stepped into the main living room of the residential quarters the following evening.

Looking around, you barely knew anyone. You had no idea how Tony had managed to pull this out in such short notice. There was people everywhere, food, alcohol music and banners everywhere saying ‘Happy Avengesary (Y/N)’. It was incredible.

“This is what happens when you leave Tony in charge”, Steve, who walked in after you two, said.

“I’m not complaining”, Natasha said with a huge smile as she looked around. “See you later guys.”

“Where is she going?” You asked, looking at her as she got lost in the crowd.

“She has seen that IT guy she likes”, Steve said with a chuckle.

“I say we make the best out of this and get a drink”, Sam said.

“And that’s the most intelligent idea I have heard so far”, you said and took Sam’s hand to follow him through the crowd.

The bartenders that Tony had hired knew exactly who you were and the reason you were having this celebration. So the moment they saw you, they made sure you had a drink in your hand without even asking for it. It looked like Tony had told them what you liked.

The next couple of hours went by in a blur. Despite not knowing most of the people in the party, it was obvious that they knew who you were and many kept on stopping you to congratulate you on the work you had been doing the past year or just to take a photo with you. Definitely, that was something you would never get used to: being a public figure.

When you finally managed to sit down on the couch, next to Bucky, you didn’t even know how many hands you had shaken, how many photos you had taken and how many hugs you had given. But your mind was buzzing.

“How you doing, superstar?” Bucky smiled when you let yourself fall on the couch.

“Exhausted”, you admitted.

“It will wear off, don’t worry”, Sam said, patting your shoulder. “Once they get used to you, they won’t pay much attention.”

“Unless you’re Captain America or Thor, of course”, Clint winked.

“Shut up”, Steve rolled his eyes.

“It took us an hour to get some milk from the grocery store”, Clint said. “An hour because people kept on asking Steve for photos and autographs.”

“One would think that after a century, no one would be impressed by Captain America right?” Sam laughed.

“It’s not Captain America”, you said. “It’s… you.”

“What?” Steve asked confused, which made you laugh.

“Are you really that oblivious?” Wanda laughed as well.

“You’re a specimen, man”, Sam winked playfully, making you all laugh.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s not that”, Steve said as you could all see him blushing.

“Oh, trust me. It is”, you said. “Everyone has a crush on Captain America”, you added.

“Do you?” Bucky asked, his arm casually over the back of the couch and your shoulders.

“Don’t you?” You asked back with a laugh.

“I saw him putting newspaper in his shoes to look taller”, Bucky shrugged. “It’s kind of a turn off.”

“So that means that there is a turn on?” Clint asked wiggling his eyebrows.

“There’s always at least one turn on”, you smirked.

“Oh really?” Bucky smirked. “What turns you on, (Y/L/N)?”

“Right back at you, Barnes”, you said, looking at him with a playful smile.

“Okay, this just gave me an idea!” Sam said.

You forced yourself to look away from Bucky, whose eyes were burning through yours. You had felt that electricity running between you two many times before, but you had never felt the heat you felt at the moment. So you needed to focus on something else beside the warmth of his body next to yours.

“Please, enlighten us”, Natasha said.

“What about an old good game of Truth or Dare?” He suggested. You laughed out loud, just like Wanda and Natasha.

“Are we 16 now?” Steve said, although he didn’t look like he rejected the idea completely.

“Afraid of airing your dirty laundry, Rogers?” Clint asked.

“I have no dirty laundry to air”, the alluded said with an innocent smile.

“Yeah right”, Natasha laughed. “Okay, let’s do this”, she said.

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Why not?” Natasha shrugged. “It’s always fun to get to know each other in different ways”, she winked.

You sighed and shrugged. It looked like you didn’t have a choice. As soon as you all agreed, Sam asked a waiter to bring a couple of bottles of tequila, shot glasses for everyone and an empty bottle. In addition, Bucky he asked for a bottle of the Asgardian liquor Steve and Bucky used to drink in these situations.

“It’s no fun if two of us can’t get drunk”, he explained once they brought the small bottle and everything was settled.

“Fair enough”, you laughed. “Okay, who goes first?” You asked.

“You’re the honouree, so…” Sam said.

“Okay”, you laughed and spun the bottle that stopped pointing at Sam, who smiled widely at you. “Truth or dare?”

“Let’s start with a truth”, Sam said.

“Have you ever practised kissing in a mirror?” You smiled.

“First, that’s a lame question. Second… yes”, he admitted, making you all laugh. “I was 10, okay? And I was nervous about a potential first kiss”, he shrugged.

“That’s cute”, you admitted still laughing.

“Okay, here we go”, Sam spun the bottle and this time it landed on Bucky.

“Truth”, Bucky quickly said.

“Mmm…” Sam smirked after looking at you for a brief second. “Would you make out with someone in this group?”

Bucky looked at Sam like he wanted to kill him and you felt him tense up beside you. You looked up to him although his eyes were fixed on Sam, whose smiled only grew bigger.

“You can always drink. Although that will give us half an answer”, Sam shrugged.

“I would”, Bucky finally said. You raised both eyebrows and looked up again, surprised.

“With who?” You asked.

“That’s not part of the question, doll”, Bucky winked before spinning the bottle, which landed on Natasha. Yet, you didn’t stop thinking about it.

“Dare, of course”, she shrugged.

“I dare you to go to that IT guy and ask him out”, Bucky smiled.

“You know I don’t ask out”, Natasha said.

“Is Black Widow backing off a dare?” Clint smiled.

Natasha narrowed her eyes, her pride obviously taken the best of her. Immediately, she got up and you all looked at her while she walked up to the IT guy. It was a quick conversation and, by the end of it, the guy looked like was about to marry her while she came back with her face as red as her hair.

“I’ll get back at you, Barnes”, she said, spinning the bottle.

There were all kind of dares and questions. The more you drank, the juicier they got without even realising it. At some point, Steve was playing without his shirt –to the delight of many of the guests-, Clint was speaking only with the vowel E, Wanda was wearing Natasha’s clothes and viceversa and you were on your pyjamas.

“Okay, let’s go”, Natasha said when it was her turn to spin the bottle after reading out loud the last text she had sent –Rated X-. “Finally!” She said when it landed on Bucky. “Barnes?”

All along, every time it was Bucky’s turn, there had been numerous hints of him liking someone, someone he would sleep with, his crush, but no name had come out of his mouth. You didn’t even know Bucky liked someone, which was strange since you spent so much time together, and to say you were curious was a misunderstanding.

“Truth”, he said.

“Playing it safe, huh?” Natasha smiled.

“You’re a dangerous woman, Romanoff”, Bucky said, his fingers brushing your shoulder absently.

“Fine. Have it your way”, she said. “Is (Y/N) the one you’ve been talking about all along? The one you would make out with, sleep with, have a crush on?”

Bucky’s whole body tensed up, just like yours, with that question. It was obvious she had been saving it for quite a long time and it looked like everyone was waiting for someone to drop the bomb. They all looked at Bucky smiling a little, as if they knew something you ignored, waiting.

“Damn you, Natasha”, Bucky finally chuckled.

“Would you prefer a dare?” She smiled widely.

“I don’t trust your dares”, Bucky said.

“Then… answer or drink. Although… drinking would be an answer itself”, she innocently shrugged and winked an eye at him.

You saw Bucky biting his lower lip without looking at you, his eyes fixed on Nat, as he was deliberately trying not to look at you. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you swore you would explode if he didn’t say something soon.

“Yes”, he finally said, taking your breath away. “She is”

And he spun the bottle.

***

The game was finished in no time after that moment. Although you didn’t pay any attention to it anymore. All you could do was look at Bucky, waiting for him to look at you and explain what he had just said. However, all he did was smirking whenever he felt his eyes on you.

“Okay, come here”, he said once everyone had scattered around.

He took your hand and took you through the crowd. You didn’t know where he would take you until he scanned his finger print on the door that lead to Tony’s office. He let you walked in first and looked around to make sure no one was looking before closing the door.

“What was that?” You finally asked after a few moments.

“Do I really need to explain?” He smiled, getting closer to you which only made you nervous.

“I think? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” You asked.

“When would I say anything? When I was kicking your ass during training?” He asked.

“You don’t kick my ass”, you said. “We never even fight against each other because you’re too afraid of me kicking your ass”, you added, crossing your arms.

“You’re so damn blind”, he laughed shaking his head. “I don’t fight you because I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you. Even if it happened during training.”

You blinked a few times and looked away, trying so hard not to blush and failing completely. He was now so close that you could even feel his breath on you. It wasn’t the first time he was this close, but it was the first time it made you so nervous.

“That’s just another way of saying it”, you mumbled.

Bucky placed his index finger on your chin to make you look up at him and to his eyes before rubbing your cheek softly. His eyes moved down to your lips, just like yours to his, just in time to see him biting his bottom lip. Your breath got caught in your throat and an urgent need to kiss him overcame you.

“You drive me insane in every possible way, (Y/L/N)”, he said leaning in. You closed your eyes instinctively but his kiss never came. “But you’re not ready for it yet.”

You opened your eyes to see him slowly walking backwards, with a smirk on his face.

“What…? What are you doing?” You asked breathless.

“I could kiss you right now and make you realise that you feel the same way about me”, he said, a hand on the doorknob. “But I have decided that, if I have waited a year, I can wait a few more days and make you want it, drive you crazy just like you do with me.”

“Don’t walk away, James. Don’t you dare”, you said.

“See you later, doll”, he said.

Before you could even take a step forward, he opened the door and walked out the office, leaving you with your mouth open and your brain completely melted.

What the hell had just happened?

You had to take some time before you went back out to the party. Your heart had never beat like this. It felt like it would jump out of your chest at any given time and getting it back to ‘normal’ wasn’t easy.

When you finally made your way back out, you spotted Bucky at the bar, talking to Steve. When he saw you, his eyes were on you for a moment, while his lips formed a smug smirk, and then looked back at his friend to continue the conversation. All you wanted to do was go and punch him in that perfect face to kiss him afterwards. Or maybe kiss him first and punch later. You were confused.

The rest of the night you were completely unfocused. It felt like you couldn’t hold a single conversation, like you were zooming in and out all the time, looking around for Bucky and imagining his lips, hands, body on yours. In the end, you decided to leave the party earlier than expected. It wasn’t like anyone would notice, since most of the guests were too drunk to pay any more attention to you.

Once in your room and in your pyjamas –an oversize t-shirt and your underwear-, you laid on your bed and looked at the ceiling, thinking about what the hell had happened and trying to process how you felt about it.

It would be a huge lie to say that you didn’t have feelings for Bucky. You knew they had always been there, but you had always considered them platonic. He was one of the most attractive men you ever met and he was also kind, funny, witty, smart and incredibly thoughtful. You would have never thought he felt the same way about you. You thought all those times he flirted with you, it was just a game to him. Maybe you had been wrong.

You didn’t even know when you had fallen asleep, but when you opened your eyes, you heard the rain against the huge window of your room. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, your mind immediately racing as memories from last night flooded your head. Damn James Buchanan Barnes.

When you heard the buzzing of your phone, you sighed and picked it up from the bedside table to find a text message from the man himself.

“Training in 10 minutes”, the text said. He had to be kidding you. It was Sunday.

And did he really think he could just act like nothing?

“Sorry. As someone said to me last night: I’m not ready yet”, you texted back.

He read the text immediately, but it took him a little while to reply.

“If you’re not in the training room in 10 minutes, I’ll drag you there myself”, you shivered, knowing he fully intended to act on his threat. But you weren’t going to just do as he told you.

“Didn’t you say I drive you insane? Then good luck, babe”, you texted, smirking to yourself as you pictured the look on his face.

You knew what was going to happen. Maybe you were pushing him a bit, but you weren’t going to let him dictate what to do or when to get up. Especially after how flustered and frustrated he had left you the previous night.

Yes, you were dying to kiss him. That was all you could think about since last night. But, unless you were mistaken, he wanted that kiss as much as you did and you were going to get it, even if you had to drive him insane.

At first, you thought he would go to your room immediately, but it looked like he really waited those 10 minutes in case you showed up. Or maybe he was just waiting outside of your room, because exactly 11 minutes later, there was a knock on your room. You smiled to yourself and stretched out still in bed, but didn’t move.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you please tell him that I am not training today?” You said to the A.I.

“You know I can hear you, right?” You heard Bucky’s voice on the other side of the room.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you please ask Tony to make the rooms soundproof? That would be extremely useful for certain people”, you said.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, open (Y/N)’s door, please”, Bucky said.

“I’m sorry. I can’t. Each room has its own personal protocols and can only be lifted with the permission of said owner”, the A.I said, which made you smile.

“Too bad, soldier”, you said.

“You know I can just kick him in, right?”

You narrowed your eyes, looking at the ceiling. You knew he could, but did you want to push him until that point? It could be fun, but you didn’t want to deal with Tony afterwards. You knew how much he hated when doors got kicked in –something that happened surprisingly often in the compound-.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, unlock the door, please”, you finally said.

The A.I. obeyed and unlocked the door. In a second, Bucky walked in and closed behind him. You looked at him from the bed, still not moving, and smiled. He was wearing his usual training gear –black sweatpants and a black t-shirt- and was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting.

“Do you need anything?” You asked.

“You were supposed to be in the gym 5 minutes ago”, he said with his arms crossed.

“Yeah, well…” you stretched out again, making sure your t-shirt went up a few inches, enough to let him see your underwear and belly. “I’m kind of having a lazy day”, you said with a smile as you saw his eyes on your exposed skin.

“I know what you’re doing”, he said. You raised both eyebrows.

“And what is it?” You asked innocently.

“Pushing me”, he said.

“Don’t be so egocentric, Barnes”, you said. “Not everything is around you.”

“Oh really?” He said.

Slowly, he walked around the bed, taking a seat just next to you. You got nervous when he leaned in, placing one hand around you to support himself as he got closer. You looked at his lips and then his eyes, which hide the smile he forced himself not to show.

“Tell me you haven’t been thinking about kissing me since last night”, he said in a low voice.

“I…” you mumbled, your eyes moving down to his lips, which finally curved up into a small smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you going to tell me that if I kissed you right now…” he said, almost brushing your lips with his, “you wouldn’t melt against me?”

You took a deep breath through your nose, trying to control your heart rate, which felt close to impossible. All about him was overwhelming and you had no idea how to manage his closeness. You just wanted to grab him by the neck and kiss him. However, it looked as if he was reading your mind. Just when you were about to move your hands, he moved his and pinned your wrists against the bed.

“Gym. 5 minutes”, he whispered so close that you thought you would die if he didn’t kiss you.

Then, he just let go, got up and walked to the door. You couldn’t believe this was the second time in less than twelve hours that he was going to leave you like this. You looked at the door to see him smirking before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, punching the mattress.

Five minutes later, you walked through the doors of the gym, still sulking and flustered. You had been quickly to put some leggings and a training top. If Bucky wasn’t going to give in or let you kiss him, you needed some other way to let your frustration out. Fighting.

“Maybe today we can try something different”, you said to Bucky, acting as if nothing had happened, as if your mind wasn’t full of imaged of him kissing your whole body.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Bucky asked while he adjusted the punching bag.

“Why don’t we fight?” You asked. Bucky laughed quietly and shook his head. “What?”

“Have you warmed up?” He asked.

“I’m warm enough, thank you” you said making him smile. Anyway, you started stretching since you didn’t want to pull any muscle or cause any injury. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You know I’m not going to fight you, doll”, he said, taking the bandages from the floor. “I could hurt you.”

Your eyes went to his hand as he started wrapping the bandages around it, wrapping it tightly. You had always loved watching that routine. There was something about the way he moved his hands, how he wrapped the bandages around them that was hypnotizing.

“You won’t”, you said, coming out of your little trance.

“How do you know it?” He asked.

“Because I trust you”, you shrugged. He looked at you for a moment and smiled.

“You just want an excuse to hit me because you’re frustrated”, he said.

“That’s just a bonus”, you shrugged and took the other pair of bandages from the floor when you finished stretching. “I really think it would be helpful to fight against an actual person and not just a bag.”

“You have fought against Natasha, Wanda, Peter, Scott and Clint many times”, he said.

You sighed while you wrapped the bandage around your left hand. You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t going to change his mind. It wasn’t the first time you had this conversation and you understood his fear of hurting you, but you really wanted to punch him. Maybe if you caught him by surprise?

When you finished wrapping your hands, you looked at him. He was checking his own bandages and looked kind of focused on it. Without even taking a minute to consider your next move, you quickly took a step forward and threw your leg up to his stomach. To your surprise, your kick caught him completely off guard. Unfortunately, you weren’t strong enough to make him fall, but he took a few steps back with a hand against his stomach.

“What was that?” He asked with an amused smile.

“If you don’t want to fight me, okay”, you shrugged. “I’ll fight you.”

“Stop before you get hurt”, he said.

“Stop patronising me”, you said through gritted teeth.

Quickly, you launched against him, but he just took your arm before it came in contact with him and pushed you aside as if you were a mundane annoying fly. You groaned to yourself and turned to look at him. He looked at you smiling, which only infuriated you even more.

“It’s just facts, doll”, he shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes but decided to launch again. This time, you went for his face, but he grabbed your arm and twisted so your back was against his chest. You took a deep breath at the contact when his lips were on your cheek.

“Stop”, he whispered and nibbled your neck.

With a grunt, you stomped your heel against his feet. He hissed, which was enough for you to drive your elbow against his ribs and your fist against his nose when he leaned down breathless. You hooked your arms around his neck and used your weight to bring him down, straddling his waist and pinning his arms to the ground.

You knew how easily he could just turn the situation around, but maybe he didn’t expect to find himself like this so easily and all he did was looking at you with a smile playing on his lips.

“What are you going to do now, (Y/L/N)?” He asked.

If you were honest to yourself, you just wanted to tease him like he had teased you. But you also knew you weren’t strong enough, not after last night and that morning. You bite your lip and leaned down, wondering if this time he would finally give in. He didn’t move, but his eyes turned a bit darker as his eyes moved down to your lips.

“I should just leave you wanting it”, you whispered against his lips. He chuckled a little.

“You wouldn’t make it to the door”, he warned you. You knew it was true.

You let go of one of his hands, which quickly moved to your hair, moving it out of the way. You took a deep breath, enjoying the moment, before finally closing the distance between your lips.

The moment your lips touched, you let go of his other hand. Immediately, Bucky flipped you around to have you pinned under him and kiss you deeply. You wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to bring him impossibly close to you. A moan escaped his throat, making you smirk against his lips while your hands sneaked under his t-shirt and brushed his warm skin.

You wanted him. Badly. But, of course, he wasn’t going to give you everything in just a moment, let alone on the gym floor. Instead, he pulled away after a few minutes and looked at you.

“You always get your way, huh?” He whispered, gently brushing your nose with his, a gesture you never saw coming from the big and fiery Winter Soldier.

“I have my skills”, you smiled.

With a smile, Bucky got up and helped you up as well, although he didn’t move away from you. He caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

“What now?” You asked a bit nervous.

“Maybe we should start with breakfast?” He suggested.

You laughed nervously and nodded, letting him take your hand and lead you out of the gym while all you could think about was kissing him all over again. Maybe over breakfast.

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The Champion of Olympus - Zeus´s Zeal

“To your right you can see the ruins of the fabled temple of Zeus, the once deity patron of the city. A statue in his honor was considered a world wonder in the ancient world. Now if you follow me…”

The enthusiastic tour guide waved her little red flag to gather the group of students listening to her. It was a particularly windy summer day when Markie Laur and some of his college classmates were taken on a tour through Greek archeological sites. This excursion was one of the only excuses’ students found in order to participate in this lecture. Markie himself had little to do in a Greek and Roman mythology course, being an engineering major. His two best friends convinced him to join the course so they could do a tour around Europe together. Besides, the free credits were always welcome.

The excursion moved sluggishly through the different ruins in the archeological site. Some students were very interested in the information and keen in on learning more. They engaged in discussion and conversation with the tour guide and their professor. Markie and his friends were none of them. They hung out in the back of the tour. Robert was showing Jordan different bars in Amsterdam on his phone, both plotting enthusiastically how many drugs they would be able to take and how many European girls were they going to take back to their hotel room once they were there. Markie just hung out on the back watching the sites in peace. Although the three 21 year old college students shared the same nerdy nature, Markie was the shyest of the three. He didn´t share the other two´s deliriums of grandeur, nor sexual preference for the matter. His insecure nature made him unsure to come out to the supposedly closest friends he had in college. He was friends with Robert and Jordan out of survival instinct more than true friendship.

Markie and Robert landed in the same dorm room on their freshman year. Jordan was Robert´s hometown neighbor that had the luck of landing in the same college as his best friend. Both were boastful economy majors who tried and failed constantly in on inserting themselves amongst the more popular social circles. Markie was more down to earth than the other two, completely conscious that the combination of his cherub face, short unathletic body and shy personality automatically put him on the bottom layer of the Darwinist ladder that was college life. Robert saw the physical similarities of his roommate as a reason to adopt him into their duo, and so the three of them started hanging out together, playing videogames, making complex plans to get into some fraternity parties and talking about their crushes. Markie just went along with it. Drug use, even though mild was where he drew the line, completely paranoid that he was going to get expelled if caught.

Now the three of them were finishing their sophomore year with cero conquests under their belts, so their trip to Europe was the only hope of Robert and Jordan to get some of the validation they had been craving.

The sun started setting down as the tour started heading towards the information center to compare notes and conclude the visit. The day had gotten increasingly stormy, with dark clouds gathering on the sky and blocking the sunset light. Markie was still on the far back of the group, his gaze scanning the surrounding ruins. He started wondering why the site was so empty, with none other than the little group ahead of him on sight.

“Maybe there´s bad weather coming.”

He thought as a chill crossed his spine. He stopped to take his sweater out of his backpack, completely missing that everyone, including his friends continued advancing down the road until he was left completely alone. Markie put on his oversized college sweatshirt, his body practically drowning in the garment. He looked around searching for his friends, but there was no one on sight. An ominous wind started blowing, moving the grass with an eerie rhythm. The trees rustled next to him, and the faint sound of thunder resonated in the distance.

“Guys? Rob?”

His anxiety started acting out, as he nervously wandered on the dirt road looking for his friends. The path started to disappear slowly, leaving tall luscious grass behind. An unseen force was guiding Markie through the glade. His mind was racing, already making up hundreds of scenarios where he got lost and was never able to return home. He just felt he needed to move forward, and so he did. The breeze around him kept getting stronger, with little droplets of rain being blown straight into his face.

Suddenly Markie found himself right in the middle of the ruins of the temple of Zeus. He recognized them from the tour, being the only part that really caught his attention for some reason. The sound of thunder kept getting stronger, as the air current suddenly started to form a whirlwind around him. The rain had gotten stronger, pouring down furiously and completely drenching him.

Markie started having a panic attack, his breathing getting to the point of hyperventilation. He suddenly felt an incredible pressure on top of him. He looked up to one of the columns and saw a gigantic golden eagle perched on top of it. A bright lightning bolt completely blinded his eyesight for an instant, and when he looked up once again, he was confronted with a vision of the most perfect man he had ever seen.

His gargantuan chest was framed by two sets of enormous shoulders, which were connected to two arms so muscular they must have been around the same girth as Markie´s waist. Powerful legs supported the massive body of the gorgeous man, whose height made him seem double the body size of the little 5´6 college student. The luscious curls of his golden beard fell right in the middle of his chest, as his gorgeous mane of equally beautiful hair framed a face that looked near aesthetic perfection. Features that exuded masculinity, but still kept a supernatural beauty that was only present in the sculptures of antiquity. The man was wearing a white robe tied only on top of one of his shoulders, with big golden bracelets on each of his wrists. The man emitted a light glow from his body, like his whole silhouette was encased in a halo.

“Who—o a—are you? Did I die?”

Asked Markie nervously. His gaze couldn’t find anything else other than the godly fantasy in front of him.

“Silence boy. I´m going to grant you a gift. A gift all mortals would kill for.”

“A gift? Please don´t hurt me. I´m really sorry if I trespassed, I can´t find….”

“I said quiet!”

The man roared with fury. Markie managed to get out a panicked yelp as thunder stroke the ground all around him.

“You really remind me of him. Come and find me when you´re ready. All your questions will be answered. Enjoy it boy, for it will come with a price.”

The man pointed his finger at him. Suddenly Markie felt a jolt of electricity course all across his body. He was afraid he was going to be fried by the stud in front of him. Lighting fell again very close to the man, completely blinding Markie again. When he looked up the storm was gone, and so was the man. He briefly thought he imagined everything, until he felt his soaking wet clothes. He could also still feel the light static effect he felt when the stranger raised his finder towards him. He wondered if his friends had pranked him by sneaking in some hallucinogen into his water bottle when the annoyed voice of his professor grounded him back on reality.

“Mr. Laur, may I remind you that profanation of ancient heritage sites is strictly punished by the law? Come back here this instant. The bus is waiting for us.”

Markie rushed out of the ruins to join his classmates on the bus back into town. He briefly looked back at Zeus´s temple one last time, and thought he saw a big bird fly fast into the sky.

“Whoa man did you jump into the fountain or something?”

Asked Robert when he saw his roommate entering the bus soaking wet.

“Very funny Rob. It was the rain.”

Answered Markie unenthusiastically as he took the seat behind Robert and Jordan.

“What rain dude, its as dry as Angela´s pussy over there.”

Whispered Jordan giggling whilst nodding in the direction of one of their most conservative classmates. Markie didn´t even reply to his friend´s crude comment, as the bus slowly departed the site towards the hotel. Olympia wasn´t a big city, but his classmates had already made plans in meeting in the small bar next to the hotel to talk about the trip so far and have some drinks. Robert and Jordan kept snorting and laughing from time to time watching some random insta-girl´s page.

“What a pair of losers.”

Thought Markie to himself as he pondered on his friends’ blatant misogyny. He kept staring out the window into the dark void in front of him. His smooth boyish face greeted him back on the black window. He took a moment to really look at himself. Other than the childish rounded cheeks and soft features, he wasn´t so ugly. His dark brown eyes gave him a friendly look, and his teeth were straight and white. He could look much cuter if he put some effort into it. Stop shaving his dark brown hair with an electric razor, paid an actual hairstylist to get him on of those popular haircuts every guy on the internet had and get some actual sunlight in order to improve the corpse looking hue on his skin would get him far. He could finally stop hanging out with those guys.

The sudden confidence rush went away as fast as it came, leaving Markie languishing in self doubt once again.

“Who am I kidding? I´ll never have the confidence to be on my own.”

Crippling social anxiety and low self esteem were the true shackles tying him to a lonely existence, not the way he looked. Confidence could completely change someone´s image of themselves, making him attractive to himself and by inertia to others as well.

The sudden epiphany caused a golden spark to light in on Markie´s eyes, just an instant so he could see it, but not slow enough so he could know if it was real or a product of his imagination. The static feeling was slowly turning into a constant tingling spreading all across his body. A droplet of sweat travelled down his temple as he felt his body heat slowly rising. He took away his sweatshirt only to find his equally wet t-shirt clinging to his thin body, but showing a tiny strip of skin belonging to his lower belly. If it were dry Markie would´ve also noticed a certain tightness on the kid sized garment, his torso gaining an almost imperceptible amount of mass. He still felt as if he was being asphyxiated by his own clothes. His temperature was rising so high that he could almost feel a humidity cloud form all around him coming from his wet clothes.

“Markie! Man you´re really off today.”

Markie was so busy fighting his need to rip his t-shirt off so hard he barely noticed the curious eyes of both of his friends staring at him.

“We need to get you some new clothes. You have to look your best if we´re gonna go hunting man!”

Said Robert enthusiastically as he high fived Jordan. Markie just answered with a nervous laugh as he kept trying not to cause a scene in a moving vehicle.

After what felt like an eternity the bus arrived at the hotel. Markie practically jumped out of his seat and rushed towards the exit. He could also feel his jeans ending a bit above his ankles, and his shoes constricting his feet. The first thing he thought was that the water had shrunken his clothes, but after feeling the sensation spread along the static tingling, he suspected this could be related to that fever dream he had in the ruins.

The professor gathered everyone right outside the bus to plan the rest of the evening. Markie stood there impatiently among his fellow classmates feeling increasing discomfort. The tingling turned to numbness, making him lose sensation on his hands and feet. The only thing he wanted was to get back to his room so he could wash himself and get into fresh clothes. His usual nervous expression started turning into an angry sneer, as his impatience grew along with his discomfort. As soon as the professor dismissed them, Markie rushed straight through the small hotel doors directly to the room he shared with his two friends. He got into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

He was sweating profusely and his body heat started rising so high an actual steam cloud started forming around him. The numbness in his limbs had turn into an excruciating pain, as cramps travelled all across his body tensing the little muscle mas he had. He felt like he was being electrocuted. He looked into the mirror and was greeted by a bizarre image of himself wearing a little kid´s clothes. The t-shirt looked more like a crop top now, the little sleeves were being strained by two longer arms. His pants were riding halfway up his calves. He managed to kick out the shoes that were also clearly a few sizes too small for his grown feet. Markie did his best not to scream in pain due to the sensations assaulting his body.

The small lightbulb illuminating the bathroom started flickering and a small air current started forming around Markie. A sharp pain in his stomach made him turn to the toilet and throw up the little food he had ingested during the day. Shivers crossed his body as the cramps got stronger. He could see the ligaments in his hands contracting and moving on their own because of the strong muscle spasms. He turned his face back into the bowl and retched loudly clasping his stomach, tears of effort running down his cheeks.

“Markie? Are you alright in there?”

Asked Robert knocking on the bathroom door. He was so distracted by the sensations assaulting his body that he completely missed his friends enter the hotel room. He responded with a quiet “yeah” and made a conscious effort in making it sound as calm as possible. The last thing he wanted was those guys seeing him in his current state.

“I´ll be out in a minute.”

Said Markie as he managed to pull himself back on his feet. The wind in the bathroom had gotten stronger, and Markie could swear he could hear the faint sound of thunder inside the room. He grabbed the edge of the sink and looked into the mirror. His face was completely red, and his hair was dripping sweat as if a cloud was pouring rain on top of him. He looked at himself straight in the eyes, and then it happened. A golden color started to seep out of his pupils, changing the brown hue of his iris. It looked like molten gold was being directly injected into his eyes. Once the new color took completely over, the lightbulb started shining so bright it completely burst after a few seconds. Markie heard the glass shards fall on the ground, and the room was left in complete darkness. The only source of light were his iridescent golden eyes.

He tried to move to the side, but he accidentally stepped on a few glass pieces and slipped on the wet floor. He howled in pain and steadied himself with the bathroom sink. He also didn’t realize his hand moved way too close to the electrical outlets next to the mirror. A faint crackling sound could be heard, and white sparks started jumping out of the outlet. Suddenly, a lightning bolt shot straight out of the outlet directly into Markie´s hand. He tried to scream, but not a single noise came out of his mouth. The wind started flowing stronger, forming a vortex with the college student straight in the center. Another lightning bolt coming from an electrical outlet on top of the floor flew straight heading for his other hand. Both currents formed two chain lightning shackles that tied the boy in the center of the room.

Markie felt vertigo, as his growth spurt continued on an accelerated pace, putting him over a foot from his original height. His feet grew proportionally to help him stabilize his now towering stature, the skin on his soles hardening and expelling the glass shards he slipped on earlier. The electric shackles started spreading lighting bolts up his arms and into his torso, completely burning the remains of the already ripped small t-shirt. He felt an excruciating pain while his bone structure changed. His clavicle extended, pushing both of his shoulders further to the sides. His ribcage also expanded together with his waist. The remains of his pants started digging painfully into the skin of his hips. Once the bones finished their transformation, the pain started to subside.

Markie stood in the middle of the room completely disoriented. His new height made everything take on different dimensions and the irregular sparks and lightning bolts were illuminating the bathroom in all kinds of bizarre ways. Not to mention the wind throwing all kinds of hygiene supplies all around. His gaze found his reflection in the mirror. He looked like an underfed giant of a man. It was like the little muscle mass he had was distributed evenly across his new size, leaving him practically just bones and skin. He watched the flashy shackles fascinated, as sparks jumped and squirmed in the air before fading into blackness.

Suddenly, he felt the strong static feeling on his wrists, as lightning bolts dug under his skin and spread through his body. He could feel the electrical current inside of him, the pain of the intense cramps returning in major scale. Electricity was contracting every muscle fiber, breaking and healing them very rapidly. New muscle nuclei started forming as well in order to endure the work the chain lightning was putting them through. Markie´s hands were the first to grow. Delicate long fingers filled with strong muscle, as his palms expanded and hardened. Callouses formed to protect them from the heavy labor they were now designed to do. They looked comically large, comparable to big baseball mitts on a small child. The transformation immediately shot right up his forearms, expanding them to incredible size that would put Popeye out of work without question. Strong sinews connected his powerful hands to his elbows, giving them a vice like strength too atop of their intimidating look. His upper arms picked up on the growth too, biceps inflating to the size of a cantaloupe and triceps completely defying gravity jutting so far out the back of his arms it looked like someone had welded big horseshoes on his already enormous arms. The shoulders expanded next, gaining epic proportions comparable to a pumpkin on top of each arm. Markie gritted his teeth in pain as he caught a glimpse of what has happening to him. He looked like a doll that had gotten the arms of a He-Man toy accidentally glued on his lanky torso.

A strong spasm in his chest caused him to fall forwards, the shackles on his arms preventing him from touching the ground. He was scared for a second, he was having a heart attack, as each pectoral muscle twitched and pulsed manipulated by the electric current. His chest started inflating rapidly in all directions, rising high on the top reaching for his chin, and squaring off in the bottom, leaving a big shelf hanging from the distressed student´s upper body. The electric bolts reached for his nipples, hardening them and expanding them until the former tack sized miniatures grew to a more manly dollar coin size.

Markie could feel the electricity running all across his spine, engorging his back so support such a top-heavy body. His traps developed in the upper part, reaching for his ears, and his lats expanded to the sides pushing the gargantuan arms to the sides on a permanent forty-degree angle. His lower back developed strongly to support the heavy muscle on the top. Then he felt as if someone was punching him straight on his stomach, as each individual abdominal muscle popped from his midsection, carving a deep valley in the center of his body, and leaving him with a truly enviable small waist that made the proportions on the upper body look more freakish.

The cramps then travelled down his waist, focusing on his practically non-existent glutes, contracting and twisting them. His ass started to slowly inflate into two pairs of gravity defying boulders, completely ripping the rest of his pants and leaving Markie with his tight white briefs, which looked more like a thong being swallowed by the two monstrous muscles. His manhood was left completely ignored by the electrical current, leaving him practically flat on the front. Each quadricep spasmed and developed deep cut muscle, growing to gigantic proportions in order to move this behemoth of a body around. Calves inflated next leaving him with two powerful football looking muscles ready to propel Markie in whichever direction he wanted. His feet were the last part of his body to change, filling with powerful strength to support the now card-carrying bodybuilder.

As soon as the last part of his body concluded growing, the electrical shackles were absorbed into Markie´s body. He started to emit a faint glow, dimly illuminating the bathroom. His pale skin took on a golden hue. He looked into the mirror once again and he saw his face with two glowing eyes on top of a body that wasn’t his. The miniature storm inside the room also subsided, leaving him quietly staring into the mirror.

“Is that really me?”

Asked Markie to himself whilst touching his powerful chest. He accidentally brushed one of his nipples with his hand, and it caused a small electrical current to travel across his chest. Only this time it wasn´t pain what he felt, but pleasure. Markie had a very prude attitude, barely exploring sex by himself, let alone with somebody else. But this sensation sparked something else in him. An instinct buried so deeply within insecurities, that it had remained imperceptible to him. But something inside his was pushing him to do it again, to finally unleash the real him.

“I can´t believe it. This can´t be real.”

Markie raised an arm and flexed. Powerful muscle twitched and pumped inside of him, his bicep raising higher and higher. He chuckled slightly. A quiet laugh that increased in intensity, as Markie explored and felt every new part of his anatomy. He then took his other nipple between his fingers and pinched it slightly. An even stronger pleasure jolt shot across his body.

The college boy was becoming less and less of a boy the more he touched himself. Confidence was flooding every inch of his being. Someone who looked like a God should behave as a God as well thought Markie, while his slow caresses of his body turned to an intense erotic massage. His hand touched the deep crevices of his abdomen, and slowly found its way to the boy´s less than impressive endowment.

“This simply won´t do.”

Said Markie in a quasi-trance like state. He slowly reached to the electrical outlet again, and focused all of his energy in summoning that spark again. His call was quickly answered, as an intense lightning bolt shot straight towards his hand again.

“Yes. Give me more. More strength. More power.”

Said Markie, his boyish voice taking on a powerful commanding voice. He then took the hand connected with the electricity to his crotch, and grabbed his bulge once again. The electricity then travelled directly into his manhood, shotting bolts of pleasure all over Markie´s body. His mind was filled with images of intimacy, of epic scenes of desire and encyclopedic sexual knowledge.

“Fuck yeah. More.”

He cursed for the first time in his life, while the overwhelming sensation clouded the last of his senses and erased the old Markie from existence, leaving a blank canvas for his new godly persona to take place. His manhood started growing to divine proportions, completely straining the briefs to the point of breaking. White tatters fell to the floor, as his equine endowment raised straight and up, reaching almost a foot in length. Like the rest of his body, the girth proportions adjusted too, leaving him with practically an extra limb on his lower body, as thick as a baby arm. His testicles inflated like water balloons until each was the size of a lemon. The powerful divine seed inside them started seeping it´s essence to the rest of his body, as Markie reached the final step of his transformation.

His neck thickened, and his moans of pleasure started dropping in pitch until his boy-like cadence reached an intimidating deep baritone. He grunted as his mandible contorted and expanded into comic book hero proportions. A cleft formed on his powerful chin, and his teeth grew to fit the new size of his mandible. His lips thinned out giving him a serious look. The baby fat on his cheeks evaporated, leaving sharp angular features behind. His nose remained straight, but grew to accommodate the aesthetic of the new man´s face. His brow expanded and hooded over his eyes, giving him a stern serious look.

His shaved brown hair then started growing on the top, parting sideways and acquiring a thick silky texture, along with a golden tone. The new blonde´s body hair flourished right afterwards. Clear body hair sprouted on his forearms and on top of his hands, but the rest of him remained smooth. The hair in his pits and on his pubic region also changed to a blonde hue, before falling down leaving the new man completely shaved. Changes in the hair follicles were made, as this was a very hairy man that manscaped regularly. Thick stubble then grew on his face, leaving a permanent five o´clock shadow. Finally, a thick mustache and a soul patch formed around his mouth, completing the transformation.

Where once stood a puny college student, now stood a complete god of a man. The former 21 year old looked almost a decade older, not that it would worry him too much because his mind also started changing to accommodate the new bodybuilder. His fears and worries completely evaporated, leaving behind a man that lived in the moment. He ate when he wanted to, he went where he wanted to and he fucked whenever he wanted to. His repulsion for his nickname grew, and he decided to adopt his full name from ow on. Where there was once a Markie now stood Marcus, the champion of the thunder god Zeus.

He flexed and roared in triumph as one last lightning bolt shot through the outlet reaching him. Veins started popping on his arms and legs, like lightning coursing through a stormy sky. He turned around and opened the bathroom door, stepping into the world for the first time.

“What do you think of this one?”

Said Jordan whilst showing his friend one of the many fedora hats he brought to the trip.

“Who cares? Fedoras aren’t cool anymore man. It´s all over the internet, look it up.”

Answered Robert exasperated of having to go through another wardrobe dilemma. He couldn´t stop thinking about Markie and his weirder than usual attitude these last couple of hours. His roommate had been in the bathroom for a while now, but there was no sound coming from the bathroom ever since Markie answered him, he was fine.

“Do you think Markie is okay in there?”

He asked Jordan, who barely looked up from his suitcase.

“I don´t know. But who cares man? Less dead weight for us when we go for the chicks later.”

“He´s not a dead weight Jordan. I know Markie is shy and kind of weird, but he´s a great guy. Trust me, I know. I live with him.”

“We both know why he´s like that. Not that I have anything against it, but its impressive how he thinks no one realizes the way he looks at those douches from the frat sometimes.”

“He will tell us whenever he´s ready. And even if he´s not it´s okay. He will still be my friend. And I hope yours too Jordan.”

“Come on man. I like gay dudes. Less competition for us. I just don´t want him to ruin our hunt with his angst when we go out to the bar.”

“It´s about time to get going though. I´m gonna ask Markie if we should meet him directly in the bar, if It hasn´t confused him with a child and kidnaped him through the sink.”

Both friends laughed at the reference just as Robert approached the bathroom door once again.

“Markie my man, we´re gonna get going. You can meet us there if you want, but don´t feel rushed take your time. Hope that you´re okay though.”

He said knocking lightly on the door. A faint grumble could be heard on the other side, but Markie didn´t answer. Robert took that as a response, and he turned around to prepare his stuff and go.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened with such a force it ripped it out of it´s hinges. A blinding light was coming from the bathroom, together with enough steam to turn the small hotel room into a sauna. Robert and Jordan watched completely in shock as the new Marcus stepped out of the bathroom, his whole body enveloped in a golden halo. Both college students looked tiny in comparison to the enormous wall of muscle standing in front of them.

“Who—o a—are you? Whe—ere´s Ma—arkie?”

Managed to squeak Robert nervously while his eyes scanned every mountain and every valley that composed the behemoth´s body.

“It is Marcus now, my friends. Come and bathe in all my glory.”

Said Marcus while raising both of his arms and flexing his latissimus muscles, completely eclipsing the now small in comparison bathroom door. A potent smell started wafting through the air, impregnating the steam with masculine pheromones coming directly from the giant´s underarms. Both Robert and Jordan were put in a trance like state, and approached the shining man.

“Yes. Come to me. I will show you the true meaning of pleasure.”

Deep primal instincts were awoken in both boys. Lust, submission and adoration completely eclipsed the nervous feeling both had. As soon as their hands touched Marcus´s chest, an intense shock of pleasure shot through both of their bodies, travelling directly to their brains completely burning their old personas out of their heads. Both boys had their irises completely drained of color, leaving white mindless eyes behind. Marcus took each one of them by their waists and pulled them close. Their hands started exploring the giant´s body, leaving a trail of sparks jumping off the radiant skin.

He then leaned down to kiss Robert, while Jordan worked his way down licking the sweat off his chest and descending slowly through the cobblestone road on his midsection. His giant manhood was already hard as an iron bar, eager for attention. As soon as Jordan´s mouth made contact with the pulsing member, a strong stream of electricity started inundating his body. The small muscles spasmed and expanded to ridiculous proportions. The small belly he had grown out of eating too many pizza slices and drinking mountain dew evaporated into this air, leaving a hard six pack behind. His chest raised, forming two pillows sticking far out of his chest. His limbs contracted and expanded into heroic proportions, leaving the new man at least a hundred pounds heavier with pure lean mass. He stayed at the same 5´6 height, making the new man a fireplug of a bodybuilder.

He had already kneeled down and was worshipping the godly pole in front of him, savoring the nectar coming from the tip as if he was drinking ambrosia directly from the source. His face cracked and rearranged leaving brutish heavy features, but still holding onto some beauty. Age seeped into his skin and his muscles, seasoning them with the hardness of a more adult male. All his hair fell down, except his eyebrows, leaving the man completely smooth. His skin took on a stronger golden hue than Marcus, without the glow.

Meanwhile Marcus was inserting his large tongue into his former friend´s mouth, completely invading him. Robert´s jaw cracked and rearranged into a sharp square. His cheekbones raised and the fat melted off his face, leaving a shockingly handsome face behind. Unlike his friend, Robert stayed young, his visage devoid of any single imperfection. He slowly grew up a couple of inches, but still remaining far off the height of the god sodomizing his mouth. His body then expanded, muscles piling on top of each other, but also craving themselves deep into his body. His former chubby physique completely shed off any excess fat, leaving him at a single digit body fat percentage. His chest didn´t hang as far as Jordan´s, but it squared off in the bottom as if being carved out of a marble statue by a classical sculptor. His eight pack was accentuated by the sharp Adonis belt pointing downwards. His legs and arms grew muscular, each individual sinew visible thanks to the thin skin on top of them. He had a bit less mass than his kneeling friend, but was way more defined. His body hair also fell down entirely, leaving the new handsome hunk as smooth as his former best friend.

Both new men´s manhood stayed the same size though, which made them seem much smaller on their larger bodies. Marcus then looked at his two new servants. He was completely conscious he was their master and demanded their adoration, but also felt a deep bond to them. He was free to fornicate with whomever he wanted to, but these two were going to be forever bound to him, desperate for his love and addicted to his divine masculinity. As for the two men worshipping their new master, their sole purpose of existing was serving and pleasing this new god among men.

He then ordered the former Jordan to lay on the bed, and pushed the former Robert right next to him. Although it was his sexual debut, Marcus felt as if he had done this for all of eternity. He was ready to claim what was his and become the supreme being he was destined to be.

The students evacuated the hotel in panic, together with their professor and fellow guests. An unusually strong lightning bolt had stricken the small building, completely blowing up an entire corner. Three students were missing. Cries and sirens resonated through the night sky. The professor tried desperately to communicate with the local authorities, completely ignorant that the three students had disappeared forever.

A car approached the ruins of the temple of Zeus. A giant figure then got out of the vehicle, accompanied by two large silhouettes that stayed behind. Marcus approached the center of the ruins. He was wearing a tight pair of black underpants, unable to find any other fitting clothes. Not that he needed to, his enormous body produced large amounts of heat, and still emitted a low shine highlighting him in the darkness. He had no need to hide. He was a gift to humanity, their savior. Anyone should feel blessed and humbled on his presence.

A lightning bolt fell directly in front of him, but the man stayed completely unfazed. Zeus appeared in front of him, still towering over the new Marcus, but seeming less than a giant next to the behemoth in front of him.

“You turned out very well. I was not mistaken in choosing you Marcus Laur.”

Said Zeus examining his perfect handiwork. He would say he was surprised by how well the job was made, but it was he who had done it, so it was only natural it was perfect. Marcus bowed in front of his creator and said with a respectful, but firm tone.

“Your words are my command my lord. What is it that I should do?”

Zeus´s stern face showed a glimpse of joy.

“I need you to be my envoy on this world, imprinting it with my will, which shall be your own. Humans are sheep, you shall be their shepherd. Come to the base of Mount Olympus. I shall put you through fearsome trials. Fear not though, with my power as your own you shall overcome them without problem.”

He then looked at the two muscular men standing right next to the car.

“I see you already got a taste of your powers. Good. You have two weeks to discover and reach your full potential. Do not fail.”

“Thank you, my lord. I shall not disappoint you.”

Marcus watched as lightning fell again, and Zeus disappeared. The golden eagle was already flying out of sight in the night sky. Zeus was very pleased with himself. He had many things in mind for his new toy. Not ever since meeting Ganymede had he felt an infatuation like this for a mortal, only this time he used his will to turn him into his ideal for true human beauty, and he imbued him with some of his divine power. His desire was going to burn the other competitors out of the way, thought the god of thunder. Marcus would become the Champion of Olympus.

#musclegrowth #transformation

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i'd really like to hear about 5, 27, and 32 for the 35 fanfiction writer question game! if it isn't a game/i misinterpreted what you meant, i'm really sorry!

It is an ask game! Also I love you thank you!!

I'm putting this one first because I've wanted to talk about it for a while, and yeah it should probably be a post of it's own but here we go;

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I think there's a real art to being able to write X Reader fics, and I think the more you write, the more nuance you develop in order to weave a story around the reader's characteristics to make it inclusive while also personal. i think there's a conversation to be had about inclusivity in the YouTube x Reader community, and while the heavy prevalence of NB!Reader fics is amazing, we still have to look at what other biases we're inserting into our works. descriptions of, or moments regarding, the reader's skin tone, size, hair, clothing choices, family, etc, should be considered carefully if you're looking to make this as accessible as possible for the wide variety of readers. i appreciate people who specify if they're writing a particular type of reader (chubby!reader, or short-haired!reader, etc) because it sets a precedent for the fic, but if you go in without that caveat and suddenly the reader is being described as tanned or with long wavy hair or something, that breaks the immersion and alienates the readers who don't fit this narrow description. uh, also this is just a small thing, but when writing NB!Readers, don't forget about AMAB nb folks existing and being taken into consideration in your writing.

like i said, there's an art to being able to write around describing the reader, while still making the story feel personal. we just have to think about if what we're writing would make sense if we were not ourselves, if that makes sense???

also just personally i'd like to see more diversity in the people chosen for the representations of the read in IG/SMAU posts.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

I actually don't have one definitive answer for this because I've been writing for a very long time so I have a few favourites for different reasons.

for this blog; once you say it out loud it can't be undone {Corpse Husband} | 17K. non-fatal hanahaki au ft. bes frend ethan gameplays. of course this is my favourite, have you read it? it's good!

Feelings are fair game for nine months out of the year, but God forbid you develop a crush during Hanahaki Season; three months of coughing up petals just because you’re in love with someone who doesn’t love you back? It’s a damn inconvenience. You haven’t had an active Hanahaki Season in the four years since you started YouTube, and you think that since you’re in quarantine, not going outside, not meeting new people, you’ll be fine this year too! Except that you start playing Among Us with a group of people you’ve never met before, friends of friends, including the elusive Corpse Husband, who’s kind, and funny, and may be flirting with you, but you’re not quite sure. The point is, you make friends with him not expecting much beyond a streaming buddy, but then you get talking more often, chatting and joking at all hours in DMs, and he’s calling you sweet nicknames on stream, and you wake up on the first day of your Season coughing up flower petals and cursing yourself for falling for a man who’s first name you don’t even know!

but also because i can and will plug my own shit

Reader Insert (also my Overall favourite rn); heard your name in every love song {Ben Hardy} | 72k. fwb-to-lovers, also the author clearly has an x-men hyperfixation. actor!reader.

When you’re twelve and you have a crush on your babysitter, your parents think it’s puppy love, think it’s cute, and you’ll forget about it soon enough. When you’re fifteen, and your former babysitter’s on TV in one of the UK’s most successful soap operas, and is still decidedly hot, all you can remember is the advice he’d given you, and how he’d let you win when playing videogames. When you’re nineteen and you score a supporting role in an X-Men film, the last thing you’d expected was to be acting opposite your former babysitter, and - as it turns out - romancing his character; he’s still decidedly handsome, and you’re definitely not a little kid anymore. He doesn’t even recognize you, and you know what? You’re glad.

OC Fic; Molotov Heart {Alex Summers} | 70k (ish). follows the sequel x-men trilogy and literally spans 20 years. ALSO CLEARLY THE AUTHOR HAS AN X-MEN HYPERFIXATION

Aoibheal Cassidy didn't hesitate to follow her big brother, Sean, when he's recruited by Charles and Erik, even if she's not technically a mutant (yet). By his side, she grows up as the youngest member of Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, but world won't wait for a girl to grow up, and her life is torn apart by war and disaster; things get worse before they get better. As the years pass, she realises she always ends up on Charles's team with Alex and Hank by her side, even if she's not the little girl they once knew.

and finally, purely canon fic: not from the absence of violence | Breaking Bad. 6.5k. au where jesse gets out of the business like he wants to in season 5, and comes home to find a teenage runaway living in his house.... actually its kind of a little bit of an oc fic but not the way my oc fics usually are.

Sometimes a family is one of the (former) best meth cooks in America, his two best friends who happen to be (former) meth dealers, a teenage runaway, and five million dollars. -- "...and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it." - Richard Siken

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I feel very very lucky and very blessed to receive such lovely and kind comments on the fics that I write, but I've got two that stand out the most in my mind, and it's the comments @bingusmode and @marvelsmurphy left on the aforementioned once you say it out loud it can't be undone {Corpse Husband},,,, literally i would die for both of them. i reread the comments on that fic every so often because everyone is so damn lovely, but i just grin like an idiot and turn into that picture of kermit hugging his phone whenever i read their comments specifically. i love you guys

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

for my upcoming fic that i posted those memes about a few days ago; 'god's perfect idiot {Wilbur Soot}'

light-hearted streamer joins smp; shocks everyone with capacity for angst

I loved this!! feel free to send in more!!

#your local homosexual with no chill

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December 5th- Livestream

Universe: 2010′s AU Streamer! Anna AU Rating: Teen (maybe I’ll do a smutty followup at some point!) Length: 4368 Words

A/N: Sorry this is a little late. I didn’t have wifi for most of the day so I spent it doing other Christmas things instead of writing.

“So you’ve really never played a videogame before?” She asked, “Like you didn’t play Pokémon or Mario as a kid?”

She was sitting, cross-legged, atop one of the four washers in the apartment complex’s laundry room, snacking on Nacho Doritos and undoubtedly making a mess in a room meant for cleaning things. Across from her, pulling clothes from the drier was her neighbor Kristoff. She wouldn’t admit it to anyone except for maybe her sister, but she’d been intentionally doing her laundry on the same schedule he did his, He wasn’t usually the social sort from what Anna could tell, but she found him very attractive and relished the weekly opportunity to get to know him better. Also, secondarily, but no less importantly, it gave her the opportunity to stare at his very tones ass as he bent over to remove his clothes from the dryer. That he always wore basketball shorts on laundry day was proof enough to her that God was real and she or he wanted Anna to thrive. Or to be tested for her strength of will. Perhaps both.

“Not really,” he admitted with a shrug, “I grew up mostly playing hockey. One of the ice rinks used to have a pinball machine, and I played that, bit it probably doesn’t count.”

Anna snorted and set down the bag of chips, shaking her head and wiping her fingers on her sweatpants. He was a totally unique guy, vastly different than the “pretty boys” she normally took an interest in. Her attraction to him ever growing since the day he moved in. That day, when she’d first noticed him, she’d been given the great pleasure of watching him lift heavy boxes through her window, and then through her peephole after he’d climbed the stairs.

“Did it have a screen or a ball?” She asked, more as a joke than anything given that she knew the obvious answer.

“Touché,” he replied.

She took one last good look at his rear as he straightened up, appearing to be satisfied that all his clothes were out of the dryer and into his green laundry basket. The smell of his dryer sheets wafted over to her from the open dryer as he shifted out of the space and she decided that she needed to up her laundry scent game. It was unfair that someone was allowed to be as attractive as he was and to also smell like lavender and citrus and all the good things on the Earth.

She noticed, probably a bit creepily if she was being honest with herself, that he wore boxer briefs. And since she’d first noticed it weeks before the image of him wearing them and nothing else had haunted her late-night thoughts like a sexy specter. As a result, it had provided her of the most perfect mental picture of what he might look like in her apartment, in her bedroom, undressed and giving her the eye. She bit her lip trying to rid herself of the thought, lest he glance over at her and see her giving him bedroom eyes, or worse, drooling all over herself. He probably didn’t even realize that he was weapons grade sexy, because that made him even more attractive in her books.

“Sometimes I play solitaire on my computer if I’m waiting fi something to load,” he offered in his own defense.

He was turning towards her now, proving her concerns correct. He rested his basket against his hip as he leaned back on the now empty dryer. His sheepish smile and tone told Anna that he knew that the defense was not particularly convincing in anyway, but that he needed to at least try.

“That’s just sad,” she teased, shaking her head as if she truly were severely disappointed in him instead of just joking around.

“Well not everyone plays videogames for a living Anna.”

It wasn’t an attack really, but more of a statement. When she’d started talking to him the words may have had more sting, but now, knowing him and his gruff but kindly manner, she took it for the joke and defense of his lack of experience that he meant it to be. If he had a flaw it was that he was a bit of a grump. He’d never been mean though, and she was already watching him soften more and more by the day.

“Well not everyone is a chef either Kristoff,” she replied, “It takes all types to make the world go round.”

“I’m a baker,” he corrected.

He rolled his eyes at her when she shrugged and gave him her best “po-tay-to, po-tot-o” look. The look and sigh of exasperation that this rewarded her made her laugh. There was little better than the playful exchanges she could have from him in just looks, and it was one of the many reasons why she enjoyed being around him. They didn’t know each other very well yet, but she still felt like he got her somehow.

“And also, just so you know, you sound like my mother.”

“She’s a wise woman.”

She of course knew that he was a baker, but she hadn’t really realized that he’d rather be called a baker than a chef. Either way, she was still hoping that maybe someday he’d show up at her door with dinner, or a cake or something, just so she could invite him in.

“That she is.”

A silence fell between them as he folded his things and while Anna swapped her own clothes out of the washer and into the dryer. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but rather a companionable one. That was of course, until they both seemed to come to the realization simultaneously that one of them would be leaving sooner or later.

“You can change it by the way,” Anna offered.

“My mother being wise?”

She almost laughed. She hadn’t met his mother, but she doubted that with a son like him she had the power to change anything about her. If anything, she might ask her for some wisdom of her own.

“Oh gosh, no. All mothers, or at least all the ones I’ve met, have been wise. No, I meant the ‘never played a videogame’ thing.”

He shrugged at first, but then gave her a look betraying a greater level of interest. She wasn’t sure whether he was going to say yes or no, and there was a long pause as he thought about it.

It would be fun, she thought, to play with him. Maybe, if he’d let her, she’d stream it too. Videos of experienced players teaching others always had high entertainment and replay value. It would be good for her brand, but mostly she just wanted an excuse to invite him to her apartment. She’d been wanting for a while to see him somewhere other than in stairwells and the laundry room.

“What do you play?” He asked finally, seeking out more information.

She wasn’t sure he was quite ready for the long list of games she’d streamed before, let alone the even longer one of games she’d played just for fun. She decided it was best to give him the highlights of the CliffsNotes.

“I play a little bit of everything. I’m competitive in Overwatch and League of Legends, but I’m not really like… going to in person tournaments of anything. I just get invited to a few online cups here and there. Mostly I just play for my audience rather than thinking about joining a league or anything.”

He looked at her like she had three heads that each of them was speaking a different language. She’d gotten too deep too fast she supposed.

“I just mean that those ate the games I play against people seriously in. I play other games for fun and for people to watch how they’re played.”

He nodded, and while she could still see confusion in his eyes, he was making a solid effort to understand. She did notice that he was giving her a sort of amused smile, like he was enjoying the conversation despite not really knowing what it was she was talking about.

“Can you put that into different terms? I get that it’s competitive, but are you playing for money or points or?”

“Sometimes a cup will have a cash prize, but mostly I earn money from people watching my streams on Twitch and then the replays and the play throughs of games I post on YouTube.”

They’d talked before a bit about what they each did for a living. She’d been trying to figure out how to ask him what bakery he worked at so she could drop by sometime but hadn’t quite figured out how to be subtle about it yet. He knew that she was a streamer, and while it was a difficult career to try to explain to someone, he’d made the effort to understand as she offered him more and more details each time. He hadn’t asked for her username of anything, which was always equal parts disappointing and unsurprising. She didn’t really want him to watch her videos per say, but she also wanted to be able to imagine that he was tuned into her streams when she was doing them. She just wanted to be able to pretend for a little while that he was interested in her enough that he’d want to watch.

“Uh, I don’t know where this falls exactly, but my sister’s kids play Minecraft. Do you play it? They talk about it, but I don’t really know what it’s all about.”

“I could show you,” she replied, feeling a bit bold, “We don’t even have to stream it if you don’t want.”

He stopped to think again, and Anna was careful not to let her eyes wander too far down his body as she took the time to take in the muscle of his arms, the way his black t-shirt strained over the expanse of his chest. Whatever it took to be a baker, she decided, must be one hell of an upper body workout. His rear, she’d already decided, was surely hockey related. He’d never said so directly, but she was fairly sure he still played, and on occasion she’d see him carrying a large duffle up and down the stairs.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind. Could my niece and nephew watch?”

She grinned. It was a date.

They’d settled n the weekend, not too early, not too late. She’d insisted on calling his sister to let her know personally that the kids could watch them play from home. When her sister had called him to let him know about the call, she’d told him how nice Anna had been over the phone and how she’d even given her instructions on how to keep chat closed for the kids’ viewing so that if anyone typed something profane they wouldn’t have to see it. Generally, Anna set up the whole evening and his one and only job was “show up and have fun”.

He’d been a little uncomfortable with the idea even after agreeing to it. He didn’t really know how to act around her, let alone on camera. The fact of the matter was that he was an introvert and Anna was the opposite. She was warm and gregarious, and she was, at least to his yes, radiantly beautiful.

When she’d offered to teach him to play a game, to bring him into her world, into her home, he hadn’t been able to say no.

For months, since he moved in and they started sharing their laundry room conversations, he’d been trying to find a way to get to know her better. All he’d wanted was an excuse to take more time, because when he was with her, he felt happier than he could ever remember being with anyone other than his family or his friend Sven.

He was sure Sven would be tuning in to see whether he made an epic fool of himself. The whole viewing world, or at least all her viewers, would be watching him bumble about, but it was worth it because it would make Anna smile. And he supposed also that it was a plus that he’d be able to play a game with his niece and nephew the next time he saw them, but mostly it was for Anna.

He took a deep breath before knocking on the apartment door. He’d wanted to bring her flowers or something as a thank you for teaching him how to play, but Sven had put the kibosh on it when he’d brought it up, insisting that it would make it seem like a date and that he needed to “play it cool” until “the real date” that he was somehow sure there would be.

“One sec guys, I think that’s him!”

He heard the patting of bare feet moving quickly across the hardwood floor. When the door swung open with a creak, he was met with a grinning Anna and a warm rush of air into their always too cold hallway.

The breeze carried on it the smell from her apartment, which hit him more directly than the heat. It smelled like the holiday collection at bath and body works had an illicit affair with the food scented and musk Yankee candles producing a lovechild that reminded him of what the bakery might smell like if it was in the middle of a garden. It was all sugar and spice, chocolates and floral.

It was like her, and as he saw the bright décor evident even in her entryway, he couldn’t help but smile. It was no surprise that she’d want to be in a place as bright and fun as she was.

“Hey,” she said excitedly, reaching up to click something on the headset she wore, and then reached for his hand, “I’m so glad you could make it! Your niece and nephew are viewing with everyone else. They’re extremely excited for their Uncle Kris to learn a videogame.”

He felt her fingers card through his as she lead him through the door and into the apartment. She was talking and while he was trying to listen, he was distracted by the fact that somewhere in his head, something was screaming over the fact that she was holding his hand, and that he was in her apartment and that this was all happening.

“Okay?”

“Huh?”

She was looking at him and he forced himself to focus on that, the way she was giving him an understanding smile, preparing to repeat what she’d said while he was busy spacing out.

“We’re going to just do an hour unless you decide you want to go longer. We’re going to play on my PC instead of console today. There’s going to be another monitor next to you with my livechat running but you don’t have to interact with chat if you don’t want to. I’m going to just give you a spare headset for audio, okay?”

He wasn’t really sure that he was okay. He was feeling spaced out and wasn’t really sure whether or not he was going to regret this whole thing, but then she squeezed his hand gently and he decided that it was all alright.

“Yeah, thanks for doing this. I’ve been meaning to…” Spend time with you? Ask you out? Watch your streams like a creep because I want to pretend you’re talking to me?, “learn to play something, you know… for the kids. They’re going to think you’re the best after this.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand again, this time holding it tight for a little longer before letting it go entirely, like she didn’t really want to let go.

“I’m glad you’re letting me. I’m really glad you came tonight.”

He took a deep breath, trying not to read into it as she led him over to her streaming setup. There were two chairs set up in front of a webcam with a bunch of screens around them. The main screen had “Standby” written on it next to a cartoon of Anna wearing a headset and drinking a hot cup of tea. The little icon was kicking one foot back and forth under a cartoon version of her computer chair and the cup was billowing steam. It was cute to say the least, and she must have agreed because she walked over, got into her chair and “booped” the nose of the drawing before beckoning him to sit next to her.

“Ready to go?” she asked brightly, handing him a bright green headset that had been sitting next to the main computer’s mouse and keyboard.

He took it and put it on, deciding that this was, in fact, going to be alright after all.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

She smiled and he felt her hand go to his again, giving it a squeeze where it rested on his lap before she pressed a button on his headset, then one on hers, and then clicked a few things with her mouse, bringing them on the stream, live, before an audience of a few hundred people.

***

“Hello and happy Saturday!” Anna announced warmly, trying to focus on working even though Kristoff was right there at her side, relaxed and smiling at her more than he was at the camera, “As you guys requested Kristoff, my neighbor is back for the fifth consecutive weekend to learn a new game.”

She tried not to roll her eyes when she noticed the amount of comments in chat that were, to say the least, thirsty. Anna had noticed that since having Kristoff on her stream for the first time, a fair amount of her female audience had been staying on stream for longer than they normally would. Normally she wouldn’t complain, but there was something about them thirsting over Kristoff that made her want to get her mod to kick them from chat.

It would be bad for business, but every time she saw Kristoff’s eyes wander over to chat and saw him flush from the attention, she wanted to take him into the other room and give him the proper attention he deserved. She’d gotten close to kissing him after the last stream he’d joined her for, and then again, the morning after when he’d brought her coffee and a beautifully glazed apple turnover from the bakery he owned just down the block.

She’d thought, weeks back when they’d done their first stream together, that she couldn’t possibly be more interested in him than she already was. But then he’d been funny and kind and an eager learner in her stream, and then she’d received thank you flowers days later, and he’d agreed, while they did their laundry to do another stream. And she’d fallen in love with him in just a few weeks, she’d fallen in love with the way he was thankful even when she was the one who needed to thank him. She’d fallen in love with the way he offered to come back again and again and again because it had been good for her work, and the way he’d invited her to see his bakery because it was only fair to share as much of himself with her as she had with him. She fell in love with the way he could be quiet, but that his gestures and facial expressions could speak volumes, and she fell in love a little more each day.

“Due to popular demand,” he said, taking a moment to look over at her for confirmation as he’d become more comfortable talking on stream, but preferred to address her more than he did the camera, “I’m going to be playing a dating sim.”

There was a subset of her viewers who, instead of thirsting after Kristoff, had been dead set on getting them together. There were also those who assumed that they were, in fact, together, but the viewers she was enjoying most were the ones who actively attempted to get them to talk about their “chemistry” and “tension” on stream. They were lead by a user named SvenjaminButton and Anna decided that if she and Kristoff ever did get together, she was going to track him down and buy him dinner, because he rallied the troops in a spectacular way, getting people to request more Kristoff on the stream and giving Anna the excuse to see him.

The dating sim had also been his idea.

She loaded it up and laughed at the bad graphics, it was one of those one dollar steam games that someone just threw together from preexisting code and some drawings. She wasn’t expecting much from it, but Kristoff was playing along like a champ, and she was looking forward to talking to him after the stream ended about how silly it was.

His skills with games were improving over time, and this point and click was surely not going to cause him any challenge, but still she appreciated that his initial response to the game launching was to move closer to her, putting her into his space should he need any assistance. She liked to think that maybe he just wanted to be in her space anyway.

“I hope you find true love,” she teased, the stream already going wild.

“I think I already have.”

***

Kristoff was still kicking himself for what he’d said at the start of Anna’s stream as they were logging off. He was pretty sure that she thought he was just playing up a joke when he’d said the bit about already having found true love, but truthfully he wasn’t, and he felt adrift. He’d fallen for her, and he’d fallen hard. She was just so fun to be around, and she instantly had changed his perspective on games from being a waste of time to being something actively enjoyable. Half the fun was, of course, just being with her.

“Thank you so much,” she said when the stream ended, leaning back in her chair and practically tipping her head onto his shoulder as she did so, “You’ve really been so wonderful with all of this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for all the time you’ve been putting in.”

He smiled, happy that he’d been helpful to her, that she’d been happy to spend the time with him.

“You don’t have to thank me Anna. I’ve been enjoying myself. But… if I could maybe ask you something?”

This was the night. It had been Sven’s suggestion, and he still wasn’t sure of how he felt about it. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who made moves, but he’d never really had a cause to do so before. He could be bold in business, in work, in life, but in love? It was new for him.

“Of course Kristoff,” Anna replied, leaning her face towards his as she leaned back, bringing her face so close to his that all he would have to do was move a few inches to kiss her. That, he thought, was going to far, even if he desperately wanted to do so.

“Would you be interested in going out to dinner? Anytime you want, I know you’re busy, but I’d really like to take you out.”

She gave him a look of surprise and immediately he wondered if he’d just ruined everything.

He could feel the heat rising to his face, feeling like he’s just picked the wrong answer in the dating sim they’d been playing. He could practically see the little heartbreak icon popping up over her head, but then, he watched as she too flushed.

“Like… like on a date?”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He raked a hand through his hair, trying to focus on something other than how close her lips were to his and how incredibly wrong this could all go in almost no time at all.

“Yes. Unless you’d prefer not, because I like being your friend and I don’t want to ruin that if you’re not interest…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, because Anna’s lips were on his and she was kissing him. Then as he leaned forward, he was kissing her and reaching out to bring her closer. He couldn’t catch his breath before she was climbing out of her chair and onto his, her thighs moving to the sides of his as she straddled him on the chair and kissed him until he was breathless.

His hands didn’t know where to go, but after a moment of them simply hovering, he let one wander along her sides, feeling her waist and her hip while the other brushed against her hair and rested against the back of her head.

She pressed herself into him and he held her close as they kissed harder and faster, lips becoming kiss swollen and wet as they explored together. He hadn’t ever really kissed anyone like he was kissing Anna, so he focused on the pleased sounds she made when he pulled her closer and kissed her harder.

“Can I take this as a yes?” he managed, when they broke for a moment to take a breath.

She was resting her head on his chest, her eyes, when they met his, were dark and pleased. She must have enjoyed the kiss as he had, and he was glad for it. What he’d started to say was true. He’d be happy to have her as a friend if that was all she wanted.

He felt like the luckiest man on earth that she’d wanted more.

“Tonight,” she said, “Take me for dinner tonight because I’ve been wanting this for months now. I don’t think I can wait.”

His heart raced as he thought about Anna, for months, wanting him as she did now.

“I don’t think I can either,” he admitted, letting his fingers card through her hair as he held her tight.

He didn’t know where he was going to take her yet, but he knew that wherever they went, the food would taste sweeter than it ever had before.

#kristannaadvent2020 #kristanna #frozen fanfiction #streamer! Anna #2010s AU #streamer AU

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The Mother of My Child

Bloodbound Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place after Bloodbound 3, but I made a few changes. MC is still human, she is only Turned after they have a daughter. It came from a request, so it won’t be long, probably two parts, but I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: there’s a little bit of NSFW in the middle, but not much. The rest is fluff.

Part 2 (Finale)

The Mother of My Child - Part 1

Kamilah Sayeed was always overprotective regarding her wife. She thought humans to be so fragile, so easy to brake. And now there wasn’t just Annie to keep safe, but two! A tiny one was growing inside the woman she loved. Every night, the Vampire would slide her hands inside her wife’s shirt just to check if that little heart was still beating there, safe and sound. The baby was only eleven weeks by now, so the belly was barely showing any evidence. She liked to caress the skin slowly, feeling that small “elevation” while listening to Annie’s muffled happy sleeping sounds. Kamilah had never felt so filled with love in her entire life.

And so tired as well.

It wasn’t just about protecting her humans. Now it was also about keeping her wife pleased. If she thought Annie had a weird taste for food before, things got to a wild place Kamilah never believed to be possible.

“Lettuce with… Caramel? Are you sure?” the Vampire had the phone on her ear, walking through the aisles of a 24/7 supermarket at 3 a.m. “No, no, I am not judging! Not at all. Never. Don’t cry. My tone is not harsh. I promise. I love you. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

She hung up the phone, lowering her eyes to the shopping cart filled with the most random selection of items. That was just the beginning. Soon enough those quick runs to the shops in the middle of the night became a thing. Annie couldn’t sleep, suffering from insomnia, which led her to crave for different stuff all the time.

“Kami…” the woman rolled in bed, hugging the Vampire from behind. Her voice was soft and sweet, like a kid about to ask for something their parents wouldn’t normally allow. “Are you awake?”

“Of course. What is it?” she sighed, turning to find those puppy eyes in the dark.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Thirsty. I want something.” Annie bit her lip, uneasy. “I don’t want to cause you more trouble…”

“Nonsense, darling. Whatever you want, you get. Tell me.”

“I want a black cow.”

“A… What?”

“A black cow. It’s chocolate milkshake with coke and chocolate syrup. Oooh put whipped cream on it too if you can! And cinnamon.”

Kamilah nodded, making a few notes on her phone. She always took her wife’s desires very seriously. And not only the food ones. After a couple weeks, Annie slowly started craving for something else. The Vampire noticed they were reaching another level when she suddenly walked in the office to find her half-naked wife sitting on the chair.

“Are you out of your mind? My assistant could’ve walked in and caught you like this!” Kamilah dropped the papers on the desk, eyes roaming over the woman’s body. That was such a nice set of dark blue lingerie. How to be mad at a gorgeous woman wearing lingerie?

Annie just shook her shoulders, an unconcerned laugh escaping her lips. “And? She would just get a quick glance of what you see every day.”

“I’m not a woman of sharing. Especially this view.” The Vampire was leaning in her direction, one hand already coming up between the woman’s thighs.

Kamilah particularly loved this new phase. She never knew when or how would Annie tease her, only that it would happen a few times every day. Once, during a conference, her phone buzzed and there was a message with a naked photo of her wife touching herself at home. In less than ten minutes, the Vampire was walking in the Penthouse, throwing the blazer and shoes on the floor as running down the hallway.

“Oh my, I didn’t think you’d really come ho…” Annie gasped when Kamilah suddenly pulled her by the waist, lifting her hips at the same time she leaned in to take a taste of her pussy. Soon enough, the human found out how photos worked well on the Vampire. One picture of her dripping wet, legs opened, and Kamilah would completely lose her mind, abandoning anything at work to go home.

“You have been so insatiable.” her eyes were a sparkling tone of red, a finger still rubbing Annie’s clit.

“Yes, and you’re loving it.” She moved her hips closer, wanting more. “Don’t stop, please…”

“As you wish.” Kamilah lowered her face again, sliding the tongue back to teasing and tasting until Annie would finally cum in her mouth. One more time.

From all the different effects the pregnancy was having on the human, just one of them was proving to be truly challenging. The weird food craving was easy to solve. The high sex drive, even better. Insomnia wasn’t funny, but Kamilah could stay awake for a long period without feeling tired, so Annie was never alone during it. Even the mood swifts were easy to deal. The sudden crying over insecurities could be fixed with a few kind words and a tight hug. Nothing would calm her wife more than holding the woman between her arms, letting her breath and let it all out. The Vampire was not very patient before, but for Annie, she could improve as much as needed.

“Evening, my love.” Kamilah walked in the bedroom with calm steps, not sure what to expect after what she saw in the kitchen, but her wife only looked over the shoulders with a calm expression on her face. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. I had an issue earlier. But now it’s all good.”

“I see. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I lost it.”

The Vampire froze, eyes suddenly searching for Annie’s belly, hearing sharpening… But the heartbeats were still there. Firm. Healthy.

“Darling, you didn’t, I can hear the baby. It’s okay. What made you think that? Was there blood in your underwear? Let’s go to the doctor! Now. Just to be sure.”

“Huh? No, not the baby. The game. Lily won. But she cheated!”

Kamilah pinched the bridge of her nose, slowly calming herself. “You could have started the sentence with that information.”

“Did you hear the part where SHE CHEATED?”

“Yes, what a crime. I’ll have her grounded for a week without videogames.”

“Two.”

The Vampire laughed at her pouting. “Alright, two.”

“Sorry about the broken plates.” She opened such an angelic smile it was hard to picture that short sweet woman in rage throwing plates across the room.

“Don’t worry about those. I’m glad nothing bad happened. I don’t mind if this entire house is broken apart, as long as you and our child are safe.”

Annie’s eyes filled with tears. “I love you so much, goddammit.”

Kamilah loved her back. With the same intensity and devotion.

That’s why the hardest part proved to be the morning sickness. The only thing the Vampire couldn’t fix. She wasn’t able to make it better by buying stuff, listening or hugging. Nothing could make it go away, and Annie was having such a hard time with it. Every single morning, around 7 a.m., the woman would rush into the bathroom and puke. The first time was quick, but it always happened again after breakfast. Kamilah couldn’t leave for work until making sure her wife was feeling better. For this entire time, she would sit behind Annie, holding her hair and painfully watching her small features shaking with convulsions.

“Breath, darling. I’m here.” She whispered, arms holding her close.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty, Kami.” Annie relaxed against her chest, finally feeling some relief after an entire hour of puking and coughing.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know that’s why you’re so overprotective with us. I love how much you care, babe. But I don’t want you feeling guilty all the time. It’s not your fault you couldn’t do it.” The woman looked up to meet her gaze, finding a glimpse of sadness in those beautiful brown eyes. “We chose it together. I wanted to get pregnant.”

“What if you had a choice?” Kamilah hid her nose between her wife’s curls. There was a hint of concern on her tone. “What if I could get pregnant too? Would you still want to do it?”

“Yes. I would.” She was smiling. An innocent and happy smile. “I promise you. I chose it because I wanted things to happen this way. You have nothing to feel guilty about.”

The Vampire caressed her wife’s belly over the nightdress, enjoying that silence for a moment. The feeling of Annie fitting in her arms, the sound of the baby’s heart. They were already halfway through the pregnancy, so the small kicks would happen every now and then, especially when she was humming a song on her wife’s ears or playing the piano in the living room.

Things couldn’t be happier.

It didn’t matter how many times Annie would tell her to calm down and not overthink the situation, it was Kamilah’s nature to worry. She wanted to have everything under control, as the months started to go by faster and faster. The baby was growing strong, with all the exams pointing to a healthy child. Kamilah planned every single step about the birth, prepared for any surprises.

But not even The Vampire Queen could control when and how a baby comes.

Nobody expected it to be like that.

Tagging @kamilahismyqueen cause she’s sweet and asked to 💛

#choices: stories you play #kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #choices: bb #choices kamilah #I'm sorry anon it got too big to be just one part so I had to leave the birth for a second part #I hope you like it #I didn't read again so if there's a huge mistake message me and I fix it hehe

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anxiouslowercase · 4 years

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dancing on the kitchen’s tiles

fandom: dc comics warning: none summary: at their sleepover-that-is-totally-not-a-date, jon learns that billy does not know how to slow dance. thankfully for him, he’s ready to fix that right away. notes: yes, another rare pair; no, i do not regret it. this prompt was picked from this list with the help of the always lovely @achinghcarts ! thank you so much for your help and support always!

Jon Kent, who so far had been eating the remaining cake batter from the bowl, letting his feet dangle gently from where he's sitting on the counter, freezes in place as he looks at the other boy's face. The spoon hangs comically from his lips, content probably already eaten but feeling too shocked to bring himself to put the utensil down. In front of him, Billy Batson smiles a mix between sheepish and endeared, arms crossed as he leans against the breakfast table.

“Are you serious? Like, for real?” Without changing his expression, Billy shakes his head. “Not even, like, for fun? As you watched movies?”

“There's not a lot of slow dancing in the movies I've watched,” is his excuse, and that seems to be enough to put the half kryptionian back in motion.

He drops the spoon on the already scrapped clean bowl and leaves it on the sink, quickly jumping down from the counter. The other boy straightens up, a slightly confused frown appearing on his face.

It had all started with Jon telling him about how he'd come back from patrol a bit earlier than usual and had caught his parents laughing and slow dancing all along the living room and the hallway. He'd made fun of Clark because he looked not nearly as smooth as the people on TV and even Tim was much better at it (which he knew because he had accidentally spied on them, but it was so accidental Billy it really shouldn't even count as spying) and, honestly, who could not know how to slow dance? And, it turns out, his boyfriend-not-boyfriend didn't, in fact, know. Jon was appalled to say the least because how was that even possible.

“We're fixing that right now,” he finally says, responding to the unsaid question on the older boy's face, as he makes a bee line for his phone.

“How come it's something to fix?” A soft smile inevitably comes back to his lips as he turns to look at the youngest Kent because dang he's cute. “People like me make people like your dad look better, you know.”

“But you are better than my dad,” is his whole explanation. “Have you seen The Lion King?” At the confused nod, he grins. “Great, so you already know the song, we're halfway there.” And just as he's done talking, the first few notes of a song Billy can't quite place right away start coming out of the speaker. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't the tiniest bit nervous when Jon started making his way back to him.

“We really don't have to do th--”

“It's actually kind of fun,” the half kryptionian cuts him off, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from the table. “And we can keep talking and it's not like we're doing anything more interesting.” And Billy was ready to point out that they could always just put a timer on their cake and go watch TV or play some videogames, when the cheeks of the boy he was stupidly crushing on turns a pretty shade of pink, one that almost right away makes him forget what he planned on saying. Jon, on the other hand, looks down. “A-and... Maybe I want to. Do it.” He clears his throat. “It's... It's like a moment. F-for couples a-and... Future. Couples.” The blush extends a bit further up his face and, really, what was the Phyllis boy to do but just smile (and maybe melt a little)?

“... You want to have a... Couple moment? With me?” His voice is slow, gentle, and sounds way more in control and collected than how he actually feels. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he seems to be able to conjure up an image of two lions in love as the music continues - go figure.

“Is that weird? Or bad?” Jon asks, suddenly shy. With a soft smile, the other boy shakes his head and uncrosses his arms, showing his open palms up towards him.

“You're the boss.”

It could be the act of trust, or how he didn't belittle his opinion, or just how he didn't start complaining when it came to doing something silly that *he* wanted. Or maybe it could be because he'd noticed he really liked Billy, and the fact that he'd basically said yes to having a cheesy, couple-y moment with him had his stomach doing flips. And maybe Jon was a textbook hopeless romantic. Whatever the case, it doesn't even take a second for a grin to paint his face.

Hoping for his palms not to be too sweaty, the half kryptionian takes the other boy's hands and doing his best to pretend he is not shaking in both nerves and anticipation, he guides one of them to his waist and keeps the other on his. Timidly, he takes half a step closer (yet refuses to look past his chin because... Because... Well, he isn't sure, but probably because his heart feels a little weird right now as it is.)

“Right, so... So you can keep your hand there and--” he swallows. “I'll keep... We can keep the other one up here, and...” His gaze falls to their feet, and he takes small steps to move them to a nearby spot in which they won't collide against a chair, for that would definitely take from the charm of it. “And now we just... I mean, my mum taught me how to count for... For the waltz? B--”

“Is this a waltz?” It's funny, because Billy's voice is nothing short of a whisper, yet it somehow manages to startle him. And so his eyes immediately move up and he is already looking at him and... And could it be, that his gaze is just as soft as his voice? Is that too cheesy?

He can feel the warmth spreading on his cheeks and slightly down his neck, and though it is a sort of reassurance to see that the other boy's face is also lightly flushed, Jon still finds that his mouth opens without any real sound coming out of it. Which is so stupid. He quickly snaps it shut, but that doesn't make is less difficult to come up with a sensible reply. And so, just as stupidly, he shrugs.

“Maybe not.” Billy just hums, contemplative yet not quite looking away, and the younger boy fidgets. “R-right, so... So then you can--” he brings the hand that was on his to his waist, and then puts his on his other shoulder. “And I do this and... We can just sway.”

“... Just sway?” There's a hint of amusement in the Phyllis boy's voice, but he still starts moving very slowly - though hardly on time with the music. “This is all there is to the great art of slow dancing?” The teasing note seems yo be enough to make Jon's shoulders relax (which he didn't know were so tense, to be honest) and he even manages to roll his eyes - though he does try to guide the other into a more rhythmic movement.

“You still have to... Let the music guide you - which you're not doing.” Billy chuckles, and he can't help but smile a little. “And my parents say it's not just the dancing, or how you do it - it's the whole experience that counts.”

“How so?” The older boy asks, head tilting to the side as his hands wrap a little bit tighter around the other's waist; he doesn't seem to notice.

“It's also the song, and where you are and who you're dancing with. Mom says that even if your partner steps on you during most of the dance, it can still be the most special one, cause it's...”

He trails off, palms already getting sweaty again because maybe his explanation is being too cheesy and he's making this moment too much of a moment and they were just supposed to be making a cake for their middle-of-the-night snack but now they're too close and he can feel the love tonight, mister Elton John, he really can, but can he?

And maybe the question is too evident on his face, or maybe Billy is also going through a similar thinking process, because he smiles a bit more confident and nods, fixing his eyes on his.

“Cause it's you. And us.” Dear Rao please don't have his father checking on his heartbeat because he's pretty sure he's going into cardiac arrest. “I get it.”

“... You do?” He nods again, and now Jon can feel the warmth going all the way down his chest, too.

“I would've tried this much sooner if I'd known I'd get this moment with you.” Now he's definitely going into cardiac arrest.

And the thing with Billy is that they have been toeing the line here and there for a while now. They've gone on dates that aren't quite dates, and they have hold hands without really putting a name on anything, and they have made comments that, according to Maya, are a way too clear indicator that they both want to keep moving forward. But that's all there is, they've both been respectful and quite timid about taking steps - or at least they had been until now, because before he can fully process the moment itself, Jon's mouth runs without his permission and softly blurts out:

“Hey, can I kiss you?”

For a second that is way too long, if the half kryptionian has any saying on it, there's only silence except for the music still playing from the phone. And, to be completely honest, he does have the knee-jerk reaction of pulling away because what if he went too far? But, thankfully, before he can actually move, Billy smiles and hugs him just a tiny bit closer.

“I'd like that, yeah.”

#jon kent #billy batson #billyjon #superboy #shazam #we stan rareships in this account #ch.: jon kent #ch.: billy batson #r.: billy and jon

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jebentnietalleen · 5 years

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how abouuuuut... 33!

When Lucas applied for a summer job at the laboratory down town, he didn’t expect to be stuck doing all the shit jobs every day. Sure, he knows he isn’t qualified yet to actually work in the lab and do experiments or whatever, but he at least had hoped to learn some new stuff. Get to see how others work, maybe help out a little, be someone’s assistant. With assistant, he didn’t mean ‘get coffee every few hours, dust the windows and take out the trash’ and yet that’s what he’s doing most of his days. He almost regrets not joining Arthur and Bas, who worked together at the post office, sorting out mail and delivering the morning newspaper. It sounds boring as hell to Lucas, but then again, it wasn’t any worse than what he was doing right now, and at least they had each other. Lucas, on the other hand, was alone most of the time.

Most mornings, he actually got to open up the place. He liked getting there early, enjoying the coffee that he got during his first haul of many more to come during the day. He actually didn’t mind getting coffee, he liked taking breaks every now and then, stretching his legs and taking a short walk to the local café. The coffee was pretty decent, the prices were okay, but if he was really honest with himself, it was the barista that made it worth his time

It’s actually unfair how gorgeous the man behind the counter is, he looks like he’s a straight up model who can’t find a job or who decided to kill some time in between photoshoots by serving coffee. Not that Lucas is about to complain. Walking into the café and seeing Eliott dart around, furrowing his brow in concentration when he has to make something complicated, or smile blindingly at customers, were the highlights of his day. Eliott was such a fitting name, too, although he couldn’t quite explain why.

It’s not like he actually talked with the guy, not really, other than a few awkward sentences here and there. He was still kind of working up the courage to start a conversation that wasn’t about cream and sugar. The only reason he knew his name is because of his nametag.

Yesterday he was playing videogames with Yann, drinking a few beers while they waited for the rest of the gang to show up. Yann was complaining about how he didn’t know what to buy for Chloé’s birthday. In the end, Lucas told him to just think back on any hints she might have given him the past couple of weeks, he was sure he could think of something sweet to do with her. Yann had thanked him and asked him about his day.

‘Ugh, boring as usual. You know what I had to do today? My boss asked to go up to the roof and actually, I kid you not, sweep the chimney. What kind of karma do I have, what did I do to deserve this madness? Wait, don’t answer that’ Yann chuckled and nudged against him, never looking away from the TV.

‘It sucks man, but it’s just for the summer. Hopefully you’ll get something good to do soon. Sooo…’Yann looked at him expectantly, wiggling his eyebrows with a shit eating grin on his face. Lucas wasn’t falling for it. ‘Sooo what?’ ‘So, did you see that gorgeous boyfriend to be today?’

Lucas snorted and shoved Yann away. ‘His name is Eliott and he is certainly not my almost boyfriend. And yes, I did. He put some free biscotti in the bag today. He said something sweet to tie you over until your next break and actually winked at me. As luck would have it though, I didn’t get to have another break after that.’‘Dude, you have to talk to this Eliott soon, because you are this close to swooning whenever you mention the guy and it’s so clear that he likes you. Listen, if you don’t have his phone number by the end of the week, I’ll come in there myself and ask it for you. I’m not kidding’

The worst part is, Lucas knows he means it. In other words, he’s screwed.

That how he finds himself psyching himself up at 8:05 in the morning, to go over to Eliott and actually say something to him.

The bell chimed as he walked over the threshold, his eyes immediately find Eliott, who was sitting crossed legged on the ground, searching for something in the cupboards behind the counter. The sound of Lucas walking in alerted him of the fact that there was a customer, and when he looked up and saw Lucas standing in front of the counter, his face seemed to actually light up while he scrambled up from the floor. God, this café must have been overflowing with tips ever since Eliott started to work here. Who could resist his charm?

‘Hi! Glad to see you’re back. I was starting to get worried yesterday; I hope the biscotti wasn’t poisonous?’

The grin that spread out on Eliott’s face seemed to be contagious, and soon enough he found himself looking into his eyes with a full-blown smile.‘No, not at all. It was so good that I got a sugar crash and passed out at work. Just kidding, my boss left earlier and there was no need to go get people more coffee.’

Eliott looks like he is hesitating to say something, but then:

‘That’s too bad, I was looking forward to your 15:00 run.’

Lucas’ eyebrows disappear into his hairline

‘My 15:00 run? Are you keeping tabs on what time I come in here?’

‘Well yes’ Eliott shrugs, ‘in case you haven’t noticed, it’s not exactly busy around here. Besides, I like it when you come in’

It feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, hearing Eliott talk like that.

‘It’s not exactly a chore for me to come here either. Or, well, only in the literal sense.’

They joke around some more, and when Lucas finally places his usual order, Eliott writes his phone number on Lucas’ cup. He can’t believe he is actually going to have to tell Yann he was right all along. He’ll be so smug about it.

Lucas feels like he is walking on air when he strolls back to the lab. He is so out of it that he almost forgets the fact that he has to work all day today. When he gets there, somebody already opened up. Looks like he was at the café longer than he thought he was. Time flies when you’re flirting with a hot guy. He puts the coffee cups in the lunchroom area and makes sure to insert Eliott’s number in his phone. Lucas has never been that great with words and he’s already worried about what to text him, but he’s got time to think about it.

‘Lucas! I have a special assignment for you today!’ as his boss yelled for him to get over to his desk, he tried not to get his hopes up but it was hard when all he did all week was clean up and get coffee. Maybe he actually got to do something useful today.

‘Ah, thank you for coming in, Lucas. So, it seems that there is someone who thinks it is funny to violate our property. We’ve had this problem before but it stopped for a bit, and unfortunately I just saw that it started up again.’

Lucas looks at his boss quizzically. When it seemed like there wasn’t going to be any further explanations, he asked:

‘What do you mean, violation? What happened?’

His boss let out a big sigh and looked up from his paperwork.

‘Someone has tagged the right side of the building. You know. Graffiti. I think it’s probably one of those do good-ers who thinks ‘playing with chemicals’ is bad for the environment. In any case, I need it to be gone by the end of the day. I’m not sure what will work, though, it looks pretty hard to remove. You can get some paint and paint over it. It looks like it’s going to be something to keep you busy for a while, because once you repaint one wall you have to repaint them all eventually. Otherwise, it looks like crap. Right. So. Any questions?’

Lucas feels his blood begin to boil and shakes his head, uttering a quick ‘No, sir’ and stalking out of the office before he says something he will regret. He can’t believe it; some idiot wrote something on their wall and now he has to repaint the whole goddamn building? That’s rich.

Grabbing his jacket and coffee, he walks outside to look at the damage. Worst of all is, it’s not just some random text he has to paint over, but a whole drawing. It looks like someone painted a raccoon looking very sad and sick in a corner, whilst looking at some test tubes that are dripping liquids in the forest. Well, that’s a fucking stretch. For one thing, they are nowhere near a forest. For another, a raccoon?! Lucas doesn’t think he ever saw a raccoon in real life, let alone in Paris.

He gets all the supplies he needs to start painting, borrowing a ladder from a neighboring business. Climbing up the stairs with a bucket of white paint in one hand and a big foam roller in the other, he thinks about the fact that he probably won’t be able to go on coffee runs anymore until he’s done painting. He pauses at the top of the stairs and pulls out his phone to text Eliott:

Lucas: I hope you don’t think I am ghosting you, irl or on the phone. My boss got me to do a ‘special assignment’ so no coffee breaks for me ☹ glad I have your number, though

He hits send before he can think about it for too long and change his mind, puts his phone away and gets to work.

It turns out that painting is a lot more physically exhausting than he thought it would be. He worked around the edges until everything was painted over except for the raccoon. For some reason, he was a bit sad to paint over it. Even though it was annoying as hell, it was a cute raccoon. And the person who drew it obviously had some talent. He decided to take a quick picture of it with his phone, so that it wouldn’t be completely destroyed.

He paints the whole wall white, but it’s not thick enough to cover it up completely. If you look closely, you can still see the dark outlines of the raccoon, looks like he’s just going to have to paint over it again when the first layer has dried up.

After cleaning himself up and telling his boss he’ll continue tomorrow, he takes out his phone and starts walking to the bus stop. Eliott texted him back. Even though he has no clue what he said, Lucas is already smiling when he opens up the text:

Eliott: Oh damn. Hopefully it’s a nice assignment? Thanks for letting me know, I was starting to be afraid that my flirting techniques might not have been obvious enough. Or that you might not be interested.

Lucas texts back right away, coolness be damned:

Lucas: I can assure you, there is nothing wrong with your skills. Or with you. The job, however, sucked. Some asshole painted a whole goddamn mural on our building and I had to paint over it. But at least I had something to do today, I guess. How was your day?

As hard as it was, he tried to ignore the voice in his head that said really? how was your day??? lame and pressed send.

Nervousness is a feeling that Lucas was all too familiar with, but he never experienced it at this level, just over waiting for a text. It’s stupid and he knows it, but he can’t help himself. The only thing left to do is find some form of distraction.

He calls Yann to tell him the good news:

‘Okay, so, you know I hate to say this, but. You were right’

‘I was? About what?’

‘About Eliott. I think he does really like me. We flirted a bit today and he gave me his phone number, and we’ve texted a few times already. But he hasn’t responded to my latest text yet’

‘When did you send it?’

‘I don’t know, couple of hours ago? I know he’s probably just busy, but yeah.’

‘Don’t worry about it Lulu, want to come over and have some drinks? We can watch a movie or something.

‘That would be nice’

Once he gets to Yann’s place, he is determined not to check his phone again until he is home. It works, for the most part, because he is genuinely distracted and talks to Yann about the whole ordeal at work today while Yann grabs them some beers and snacks. They end up watching Madagascar, which is way funnier than Lucas remembers it to be.

When he gets home, Lucas takes his time to get into something comfortable, brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. Only when he is under the covers does he open up his phone. Fortunately, there is a response waiting for him:

Eliott: I am glad to hear my skills don’t suck, but sorry to hear you had a rough day at work. What was the painting of?

Okay, that was not a question he was expecting.

Lucas: Tbh, it was more interesting than most of my work days, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. It was a picture of a raccoon looking sad, watching two test tubes with chemicals in them. I work in a lab.

Eliott: I never would have guessed that you’d be working at a lab. What do you do?

Lucas: It’s only for the summer, to earn some money. I’m a Biology major and I thought it would be could to work there to get some experience. It’s all a big joke though because other than getting the occasional coffee for everybody, and cleaning up, I haven’t done a whole lot.

Eliott: Ah, I see. Believe it or not, working in a café is also not something I want to be doing for the rest of my life, so I get you.

Lucas: So what do you do, besides writing down your phone number for cute costumers?

Eliott: Did you just call yourself cute?

Lucas: Don’t change the subject! And yes.

Eliott: Fair enough, you’re not wrong. Let’s play a game. You can guess what I do. Take as many guesses as you need, but you can only guess once a day. And if you are right, I will tell you. Up for it?

Lucas scoffs at his phone. What kind of game is he playing at. And more importantly, why is Lucas so intrigued? Damn it.

Lucas: Fine, be that way. Okay. My guess of the day is… you’re a teacher.

Eliott: Nope. Better luck tomorrow 😉

Lucas: I already don’t like this game.

Eliott: I don’t know how, but I can just feel you pout all the way from here. I’ll give you another free biscotti tomorrow to make it up to you.

Lucas: I know I should be offended by the pouting remark, but I’ll take the biscotti.

Eliott: Don’t be offended, pouting probably looks very cute on you and we’ve established that you are in fact cute. See you tomorrow, Lucas

Lucas: See you then, Eliott

Lucas falls asleep with his phone clutched to his chest and a smile on his face.

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The first thing Lucas does in the morning is check his phone. No new notifications. But that’s okay, because Eliott is expecting him to drop by this morning for his morning coffee round. His morning routine seems to be going a lot quicker than usual, but he refuses to think about it for too long. It’s crazy that his mood is influenced this much already by a guy who he isn’t even officially dating yet.

When he gets to the café, he is surprised to find that Eliott has his order ready. Instead of his phone number, this time he has made a little doodle on the cup. It’s nothing fancy, just some stars and moon. Their fingers touch for a second too long when Lucas takes the cup from him and it lights up a fire inside his hand, his arm, his entire being. They smile way too sweetly at each other, and just before Lucas wants to turn around to go, Eliott tells him to wait a second, and grabs a string of his hair without any explanation. He releases it just as soon as he grabbed it, and gives one more award-winning smile before he lets Lucas go to work.

If it wasn’t clear before, it is now: Lucas is in big trouble. He is falling and he is falling fast.

This morning seems more hectic than other mornings. When Lucas walks in the door, his boss is yelling at someone on the phone, and when he hangs up, he gestures for Lucas to come into his office once again.

‘Lucas, you won’t believe this, but the fiend who painted on our wall a few days ago came back again last night and painted over your paint job. I know you bought enough paint to do at least two layers, but I am afraid you’re going to have to start over again. That jokester will stop eventually, hopefully, as long as we keep on defending ourselves.’

This is unbelievable, they came back and did another painting?! He stormed out of the office without a second thought, wanting to know what the hell was painted on it now.

This time, there was another raccoon, looking kind of guiltily at a… hedgehog with a lab coat on? What the hell? The hedgehog was frowning, holding a paintbrush. He was pictured thinking to himself: ‘it’s not fair’ and the raccoon was pictured thinking: ‘it really isn’t fair….’ The two test tubes from the first drawing were also back again, lying next to the raccoon.

Lucas took a picture again, this time it was more to gather evidence than to savor the art. The paintjob was a lot sloppier than yesterday, and after about an hour he stopped and texted Eliott:

Lucas: Guess who is painting over the wall again?

He was trying to decide whether or not to send a selfie, but decided to just go for it. He cocked on of his eyebrows in the picture, scratching his chin so that Eliott could see the paint splatters on his fingers.

The reaction was almost immediately, Eliott must be having his break right now:

Eliott: I’m guessing it’s not your boss, huh? 😉

Lucas: no such luck, no… looks like the person in question wants to paint a whole zoo on this wall.

Eliott: what did they paint this time?

Lucas: [sends picture]

Eliott: that’s not a zoo, I think that hedgehog is supposed to be you

Lucas: Me?? Why?? I am not a hedgehog

Eliott: well… you have messy, spikey hair just like a hedgehog. And he’s wearing a lab coat. Maybe that someone saw you repainting the wall yesterday?

That’s something that didn’t even occur to Lucas before, maybe that person did see him paint. Almost on cue, he started to look around him, trying to see if he could spot someone staring at him.

Lucas: If that’s the case, that’s super creepy. I keep looking around to see if someone’s stalking me. Also, I feel like the raccoon is silently judging the hedgehog and I don’t like it

Eliott: Ah sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. You know what I think? I think the raccoon maybe feels a bit sorry for the hedgehog but not enough to stay away.

Lucas: Okay, time for my guess of the day: are you some kind of interpreter?

Eliott: Sorry, not an interpreter either… what do you think the graffiti ‘artist’ is trying to tell you guys with his actions?

Lucas: I think it’s probably meant as criticism for how the chemicals we are brewing and mixing together can be bad for the environment and that we don’t keep that in mind enough, but tbh I don’t think this is the way to do it. Drawing this on our building isn’t going to change anything.

Eliott: You are probably right about that

They text back and forth for a bit longer before Eliott has to go because there are costumers he needs to serve, and technically his break ended 10 minutes ago. The rest of the day is a lot more boring without texting with Eliott.

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The next morning, Lucas has second thoughts about going to the café. As much as Lucas is loving the texting and coffee hauls, he kind of hopes that whatever is going on between them will grow into something more. Thus far, neither of them has had the courage to take the next step, and Lucas isn’t sure if he is just being stubborn or if he is simply too nervous to go for it, and it is making him doubt his every move. It turns out he was worrying for nothing, because Eliott texted him to say that Wednesday was his day off, and that he wouldn’t be in the café today. Despite the fact that he was a bit concerned about how to act around Eliott now, he was still disappointed that he wouldn’t see him today.

Lucas: No free biscotti today, huh ☹ enjoy your day off, see you tomorrow?

Eliott: Is that all I am to you, a walking cookie dispenser? 😉 see you tomorrow, for sure, if I don’t see you before then

Lucas: How very cryptic of you. I feel like I fell asleep in the middle of our conversation. I missed something, didn’t I?

Eliott: You’ll figure it out

Lucas looked at his phone as if it would give him all the answers he needs and muttered under his breath: ‘Well, this is an intriguing start of the day…’

Getting his coffee served by anybody else than Eliott is so much less fun, but it turns out that it’s also a lot quicker, and Lucas finds himself alone in the lab once more. Out of curiosity, he goes outside to see if the paint has dried and if he can make an estimation of how much layers would be enough to cover it all.

When he rounds the building and looks up at the wall, he can’t fucking believe his eyes. Another painting. It takes him a couple of seconds to fully take it in, but when he does, he holds his breath:

Right there, on the wall, are the raccoon and the hedgehog. This time, the raccoon is asking the hedgehog a question: ‘Sorry for making you paint this wall again. Last time, I promise. Do you want to go out with me tonight? If yes, text Eliott.’ Lucas has to walk closer to the wall because there is something beneath that, but it’s very small: ‘if not, also text Eliott but make it quick and painless please’

He can’t believe it, he grabs his phone, takes a shaky picture and starts doing what the raccoon told him to do, he texts Eliott:

Lucas: Are you for real? YOU are the graffiti artist?

Eliott: I am. Sorry for keeping it from you, I wasn’t going to tell you at all but I couldn’t resist.

Lucas: Are you sure you want to date someone who works for such monsters?

Eliott: Of course, what better way to infiltrate the system than to date somebody on the inside. So I take that is a yes to the date, then

Lucas: Hell yes.

Suddenly, Lucas doesn’t feel like painting over the wall anymore. He’s not going to say anything about it himself until his boss notices. He likes looking at Eliott’s work, and seeing the hedgehog and raccoon looking at each other all lovey dovey makes his heart warm. He hopes that he and Eliott get to look at each other like that in person as well.

#skam france #my fic #elu fic #so here it is guys #the graffiti au #that turned out a lot different than people probably expected sksksks #sorry in advance lmao #also this is the most i have ever written for a fic #so uh #be gentle with me pls okthnxbye

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juicemitio · 4 years

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Alright I went to Louisville Galaxycon and saw Travis and Clint twice, for their worldbuilding workshop and their Q&A. Here's some interesting stuff I learned (I didn't include stuff they talked about that's pretty common knowledge or they talked about on the last ttazz)

Graduation

Fitzroy was originally going to be a jock that was weak bc he no longer had a team, Travis told Griffin that that didn't really work for the world so they reframed it as him training to be a hero, was great academically and behaviorally, but had a problem no one had seen before and no one felt like dealing with. It specifically wasn't "barbarian fails bc he can't keep his rage in check," it was that no one was willing to deal with his magic so they shipped him off

Someone asked Travis to explain fitzroy's magic, so from the DM's mouth- he's a barbarian subtype with elemental magic which has a random effect while raging, which we haven't seen yet (path of the wild soul if you want to look it up and see what he can do) and he took a feat which gives him the ability to cast 3 cantrips of his choosing. What I thought was interesting was that Travis described Fitz's magic using the word "elemental" twice, even though that isn't specifically stated in the path of the wild soul entry

Travis knows Argo's secret and is very excited about it

Clint has a pirate fiction book he reads every night before they record to get into the headspace to play Argo, he told us the name but I forgot it

There is one small little concept that made the whole of graduation make sense to Travis and is what the arc will be about, and he only figured it out a few days before recording. Obviously he didn't tell us what it was

Originally it was going to start with everyone starting at age 11 and slowly killing the other kids off, but Justin didn't feel comfortable playing a game surrounded by kids dying

The accounting scene is already one of Travis' all time favorite taz scenes

The pegasus scene informed Travis on exactly how he was going to treat the firbolg

Also Travis referred to Justin's character exclusively as "the firbolg," which means "master firbolg" is solely a thing going on with the npcs in the game which I find hilarious. They just all decided to give him a dope title bc he deserves it, meanwhile no one will call Fitzroy "sir"

To Fitzroy, social threats are an extremely real and serious thing, like the Biggest thing to him (we were talking about what characters found threatening in the workshop, for context)

There's some big concept/idea that comes up in the next episode that travis almost let spill and had to quickly stop himself from saying it

Someone mentioned eating breakfast in their question in the workshop and Travis goofed on it for a second, then said "cereal world" suddenly, and Clint had to pick up the question bc Travis had to take a second to make a note of it in his phone

Travis started brainstorming graduation in March and they recorded the first episode in October, and his main job in that time was working on graduation

Before Buckminster was adapted for graduation he could not fight at all, if he got into a fight he would die, he poured everything into charisma and could talk his way out of any fight (even the big bad of the game he crit 20d his check and the big bad walked away from the fight)

Travis is really into psychology and how if you assign a label to someone they're going to act more like it (ie you tell a kid they're amazing and smart and talented and they become more like that, you tell a kid they're annoying and dumb and a problem they become more like that), and how that was a major contributor to play into hero/villain/sidekick/henchperson dynamics, you get assigned this arbitrary title of good/evil/subservient and you become like that to fit the role, and then the inevitable pushing against that mold

Travis is fully aware of his story being compared to harry potter and he doesn't care bc it's apt (people in a school arbitrarily divided into four groups and one of them is the Bad One), also he knows people describe it as "sky high meets Harry Potter meets my hero academia" and he actually finds that really flattering bc he thinks that sounds cool and like something he'd want to watch

On that note, Travis is a self-identified Slytherin and he's always upheld that the reason Slytherin is depicted in a bad light is bc Rowling decided she didn't like them, and he's always sympathized with the idea of a first year Slytherin working their ass off following the rules and doing their work and getting points, and Dumbledore rewards three idiots for breaking like every rule and pulls the trophy away from you. This was a big inspiration for graduation, of one group getting a bad rep and being portrayed as evil for literally no reason

Amnesty

Clint & Travis's favorite scene they've ever done together was Ned & Aubrey's final scene together

Aubrey and Dani do move in with each other at the end of amnesty

Balance

Travis' main emotion around taz is pride and he's most proud of the scene in stolen century with the spirits in the robots, bc they had to record it a second time bc it got way too dark and ended in a really grim way and about 20 min after they finished they all decided that they weren't happy with it, that it didn't fit the tone, he's really proud they didn't just leave it be and they took the second pass at it to make it right

I'm pretty sure he's talked about wanting to kill Magnus off at the beginning before but he mentioned that it was only at the end of petals to the metal he actually realized he wanted Magnus to live, bc Hurley had to sacrifice herself to save Magnus bc Magnus had been so reckless, that hit Travis really hard. Travis realized that Magnus' recklessness was getting people hurt and so Magnus did too, so Magnus become a bit more cautious and took up rogue training to try not to get anyone killed again

Dust

Dust wasn't designed to be anything more than a one off and the workload was completely unsustainable, the document of notes for dust was about 100 pages and only about 10% of it got used

The reason Travis loved it so much was bc it was a mystery and he found it really fun

Commitment

Clint would love to revisit commitment, but probably not in podcast form bc he didn't find himself really being in the moment as much bc of all the different things he had to keep track of, he'd like to see a comic adaptation/continuation if possible

It was based of a comic he wrote that never got published bc the company producing it failed (he still cashed his paycheck) so he reused it bc he still liked it a lot, it was about how America was founded as a monarchy instead of a democracy and what that changed in the usa's (united sovereignty of america's) history, and how people now were fighting to establish a democracy. Also there were cowboys and spaceships and other cool stuff he put in there bc he liked it

General adventure zone

The reason why they're are able to do romantic relationships w/o being weirded out by it (they joke about it but they don't actually care) is bc it's never done in an explicit or sexual way and since it's the decision the characters would make to pursue the relationship then that's the decision they make. He reframed it as it wouldn't be weird if a family were writing a script together and there was a romance and one person wrote lines for one character and the other wrote lines for the other. He did mention that two siblings playing characters in a relationship as actors on screen wouldn't be cool though

They sometimes get comments that some of the stuff they do is "fanservice," but they feel that they owe their success to their fans and they owe some to them

They are both aware of and proud that Justin is the best at character creation, Clint specifically really was talking about how Justin's strong suit is definitely character creation and characterization

General mcelroy stuff

They walked pretty close to me when they entered the stage room for the q&a and like… they're short, like shorter than you think

Travis referred to his unborn child as "baby dod" (I'm not 100% certain but I'm pretty sure) which I looked up and is a nickname for George, and given with their older kid being named Barbera and nicknamed BeBe and Travis talking before about how he and his wife like classic names with cool nicknames it makes sense

Travis had an earing in his right ear, I didn't get to see his left ear and I couldn't tell if it was an actual piercing or a fake, it looked really good though. Also his tinted glasses look a lot cooler irl than they do in pictures

Clint told the teenage mutant Ninja turtle story with the signatures that griffin told on mbmbam, but Clint remembered it as happening at King's Island, not Disney. This story was prompted by the question of the biggest lie he ever told his kids, and he only came clean about this a few months ago

Travis told a story about how he finished a videogame when he was younger and was so excited that he picked up a plastic knife, yelled "throwing knife!" threw it directly at Griffin who dodged it and it hit and shattered a window

#taz #taz graduation #taz amnesty #taz balance #taz commitment #taz dust #travis mceloy #clint mcelroy #mbmbam #mcelroys #also i left out the actual worldbuilding tips bc the workshop is something you pay for and it wouldnt be fair if they wanted to do it again

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nie7027 · 5 years

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Dad!Reigenweek Day 4: Gifts | Baking

Sorry for not posting anything yesterday but i had to study for an exam ^-^U , anyway at least now I follow the calendar.

Here it is... Baking? Gift? More like REIGEN ADOPTS TAKENAKA (Seri and Tome make and appearance)

Takenaka is one of the characthers i enjoy the most and it’s a shame i haven’t been able to postt he works i have with him so i was really excited for this one.

AND BOY I LOVE SO MUCH HOW IT CAME OUT

so i hope you enjoy it as much as i did while writing it

Gifts? Baking? A little bit of both

It was coming.

Takenaka knew it.

He didn’t even need his powers for, the incessant drumming of the man’s fingers on the table was telltale enough.

“So...you are a telepath?” Tome’s boss said casually, as if his thoughts hadn’t become a tangled mess of stress, trying to come up with something to say since Tome and the other big man left to buy the final ingredients for whatever they planned to bake “Sorry, with the whole UFO abduction I don’t remember much from that day”

Takenaka sighed, throwing a fleeting glance at his dead phone charging on the other side of the room. Music couldn’t save him this time.

When Tome invited him over to play videogames and eat whatever the hell she was trying to bake (an apparent new hobby of hers) she never mentioned it was going to be at her new workplace. Or that her new boss(bosses?) were going to be there.

Had Takenaka known, he would have said no. It was too crowded.

“Yes” he said at last baring for what he knew was coming next.

“It must be great” the man said with a smile.

Of course.

Takenaka grimaced, tired of all the times he heard that and decided the time for niceties was over “Sure, if you don’t take in consideration the huge headache I’m about to have for listening to your thoughts stumbling over each other for the past fifteen minutes, that is”

It had been cruel but it worked, judging by the way the man gaped at him before rubbing his neck and looking away.

“Sorry...I didn’t know-”

“Most don’t”

“I’ll try to keep it down”

“Thanks”

Takenaka honestly wasn’t expecting anything so he was surprised when the man actually took some breaths and the jumbled mess that had been his brain calmed down. His brain was a chaos still but it was a big difference from how it was before.

Takenaka must have somehow shown his surprise because the man shrugged “Any self-respecting adult must know how to calm down”

“Most adults don’t have whole five different trains of thoughts and a cereal song stuck at the same time”

“I...What?”

Takenaka waved his hand. “It’s okay I’ve met worse”

Sadly he wasn’t lying. At least the man had the decency to look apologetic.

With how rude Takenaka had been he was expecting the conversation to die in that moment but the man cleared his throat and continued as if Takeanak hadn’t just insulted his thought process.

“So, leaving aside the headaches....knowing exactly what people are thinking must be very useful! I know for a fact that would come handy here” he said motioning to the office.

Takenaka sighed. Of course...if it wasn’t how ‘cool’ his powers were...it was this.

He didn’t know which he hated more.

The man, realizing his mistake, hurried trying to amend it “That’s not saying you can’t come here-”

“No, it’s okay!” Takenaka said through gritted teeth “I’m used to people only wanting me around for what I can do!”

“That’s not true” The man suddenly said very serious “Tome for example-”

“Tome only wanted me for her telepathy club” Takenaka muttered before he could stop himself.

Great.

Self conscious of his admission he crossed his arms and looked away not wanting to see the pity in the man’s eyes.

But to his surprise, for the second time that day, the room...no, the man’s thoughts suddenly filled with warm atmosphere and the blurry image of a kid appeared.

When Takenaka turned around, curious as to what was happening, he noticed a small faraway smile tugging at the man’s lips.

“You know?” he said, a strange tone in his voice “You remind me of someone”

Takenaka frowned, feeling he already knew the answer “Who?” he carefully asked.

“Mob”

As in cue, the blurry image focused and Takenaka could see what clearly looked like a small version of Mob, about 10 years old wearing blue shorts and a blue shirt, fidgeting with his shirt before looking up and smiling.

As quick as it had come the image left and Takenake stared confusedly at the man.

Understanding the question in his eyes the man spoke “Has Mob never told you how we met?”

Takenaka shaked his head “It has never come up”

The man nodded at himself and then pointed at Takenaka “As you, Mob used to define himself by the powers he had. His relationships, his value….everything revolved around his powers.”

Takanaka found himself nodding, absolutely caught in the mans words.

“His powers were a curse and that’s far from true-”

“Bullshit” Takenaka bursted “If you are gonna say my powers are a gift then you can stop talking. I heard that enough enough of my parents.” the man looked like he wanted to say something but Takenaka didn’t let him continue “they don’t….they can’t imagine how it is to hear everybody’s bad intentions and be told...that its is a gift? WHAT KIND OF GIFT IS THAT?”

Takenaka sniffled, tears wanted to stream down his face and he brushed them off furiously to hold them. He hated crying

Thankfully the man didn’t comment on it and just nodded.

“That’s because your parents are wrong too”

Takenaka, taken aback, stopped his brushing to look at the man not understanding what he meant.

“Your powers are just another characteristic of yours. Like the color of your hair or how some people are good at sports or you body hodor they don’t define you.”

“Neither are they bad or good” the man continued spreading his arms “At the end it’s up to you and how you decide how to use them what defines you as a person”

The man finished his speech and Takenaka could only stare unable to find what to say when the door suddenly flew open and Tome entered loudly announcing her arriving.

“HEY MOMO! SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT I HOPE- hey Momo are you okay?” Tome asked worried when she caught sight of him rubbing vigorously his yes, trying to get rid of the evidence .

“Yeah Tome...Uhhh what took you so long-” he tried meekly but it was to no avail.

Putting two and two together she frowned and sharply turned at Reigen pointing a finger at him “YOU. what did you do to him Reigen?! WHY IS HE CRYING”

Reigen took a step back in surprise before raising his hand and pointing his own finger at her “Excuse me??” he said offended “What makes you think i would -”

“Is it true Reigen?” said baffled the other man entering to the office carrying the bag of groceries “You made the kid cry?”

“I WOULD NEVER-” Reigen tried to defense himself but Tome wasn’t going to let him

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOu SWEATY MAN”

“Tome, if you-”

“I LEAVE YOU FOR WHAT? 15 MINUTES AND YOU MAKE MY FRIEND CRY! YOU EVIL-”

Takenaka couldn’t help it. He bursted laughing successfully ending the discussion because Tome was too busy looking at him as if another head has grown out of his body.

“Momo...Buddy, are you ok? You are worrying me…”

When Takenaka was finally able to get a hold of himself he managed to calm Tome down, without having to explain what had happened while they were gone and convided her that it was time to start baking if they wanted it done that day.

Takenaka never had the chance to thank Reigen for that day but he had the consolation of knowing the man had liked the cookies he learned to bake.

#dadreigenweek2019 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #reigen arataka #takenaka momozou #nie's writing #i feel so happy finally contributing to the takenaka fandom #his voice is one of the voices that comes easiest to me but after yesterdayyesterday i was afraid i couldnt make it #but i did and its great and i love to finally be able to post something with him #AND TAKENAKA CENTRIC NONETHELESS

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wrenarrior · 4 years

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Trigger

I still remember the day everything changed between us. The leaves in the trees had just begun their slow transformation from a dark green to vibrant shades of red and orange. The weather had also been getting colder, forcing me to trade in my shorts for jeans and my t-shirts for sweaters.

A new school year was right on the verge of starting. Soon, I, along with my best friend, Travis would be seniors at Lakeview High. Unlike all the shitty school years that came before us, this one felt different. For once in my life, the light at the end of the tunnel was finally visible.

Just like every single day this past summer, I woke up to a phone call from Travis. It took me a while to rub the sleep out of my eyes before I reached over to grab the cell phone resting on my side table. By that time, it stopped ringing, but just like clockwork, he called yet again.

This time, I picked up right away.

“Matthew, are you awake?” His voice was barely above a whisper, and I couldn’t detect any emotion in his words at all. If it had been anyone but Travis, I would’ve been worried. But over the years, I’ve learned that this was just his normal way of speaking. “I have a brilliant idea.”

“I am now.” With the phone still held to my ear with my right hand, I pulled the sheets off of me with my left hand. “What’s the brilliant idea this time?” Then I slowly lifted myself out of bed. I had gotten so used to his wild ideas that I was sure nothing could surprise me, but I was wrong.

“We should kill ourselves today.” His breathing grew rapidly, almost as if he was excited by the prospect. “Remember that old mall to the west side of town? It’s set to be destroyed at 3pm today. If we sneak in without anyone seeing us, we’ll end up being obliterated with the building.”

If he had asked me this question last week, I probably would’ve agreed to go with him. Hell, if he asked me yesterday, I would have agreed. That morning, though, I couldn’t find it within myself to go with him. Death wasn’t something I wanted anymore. I wanted to... live.

Detecting my silence, Travis prodded, “C’mon, Matthew, imagine how awesome it’ll be to have our brains explode. It’ll be like all those epic videogames except it’ll actually happen to us.”

Taking a deep breath, I responded, surprising myself with what I said, “Travis, I think that idea is absolute bullshit. And if you plan to go ahead with it, I will not hesitate to call the cops on you.”

“What happened to you? You used to be different.” He paused. “Maybe I should come over so we can talk. I’m really worried about you. Normally, you would’ve agreed in a heartbeat.”

I bit my lip, considering it. My father had already left for work that morning, which left me at the house all alone, so inviting him over couldn’t be too bad, right? “Sure, Travis, come over here.”

✖ ✖ ✖

As soon as Travis entered my bedroom, his eyes landed on the letter sitting on my desk. “Ew. Gross. Don’t tell me you actually read the letters the school sends out about registration.”

Glancing over at my desk covered with papers, I internally cringed. It wasn’t normally like me to leave my room a mess, but last night, I had been so preoccupied with planning out my senior year. And now, without realizing my mistake, I led myself to a very awkward conversation.

With a prominent frown on his face, Travis walked towards my bed and sat down. “Matthew, you know that you can tell me anything, right?” He paused. “Tell me what’s happening to you, then.”

I took a deep breath, wishing for my world to pause for just a brief moment so I could gather my thoughts. Even though the air was completely still, I could feel the suffocation closing in on me. The pressure to provide an answer was so prominent, so tangible, that I couldn’t help but scream.

Travis stared straight ahead at me. His eyes were not widened like I expected. A small smile played across his lips, almost as if he was amused by all of this, amused by me and how I reacted. At that moment, I could feel pure hatred for him bubbling through my veins.

Breaking the silence, Travis said, “Please, Matthew, just tell me already.”

I could tell his patience was wearing thin by now. In the time that I’ve known him, Travis had never been a patient person. Between his early morning phone calls and his habitual daily routine, I knew just how much he hated it when he had to wait a minute longer than necessary.

With his gaze still focused so deeply on me, I felt tears form in my eyes. He was placing so much pressure on me to speak that I found it nearly impossible to find the right words to say. It took almost all of my willpower to open my mouth, and before I could even talk, I closed my eyes.

“Travis, I— I don’t think it would be good if we continued our friendship.”

After the words left my mouth, I opened my eyes to gauge Travis’s reaction. He continued to stare at me with that look of half-amusement and half-boredom that drove me insane. It was almost like my words had no effect on him, and there was a part of me that hated him for that.

If I hadn’t been so afraid of the consequences, I would have strangled every last breath out of his body just so I could watch the life leave his eyes. He had taken so much of my life from me and now that I was starting to grow away from him, he didn’t seem to care even a little bit.

Yet… no matter what, he was my first close friend. Someone that I had given all my deepest secrets to. Someone that never judged me even when my thoughts got too dark. Someone that wanted to kill themselves with me. Someone that knew how it felt to be so lost. So hopeless.

So… utterly alone.

When I realized that Travis was the only true friend I had, I suddenly wished I could eat words, so I’d be able to take back what I just said, but it was too late. His expression remained unchanged, and he continued to stare at me, making me feel like my sanity was melting away.

Just when I thought I would suffocate from all the pressure closing in on me, something happened. Travis stood up slowly from my bed, allowing his eyes to glance down at the phone he clenched tightly in his left hand. Then, without another word, he walked out of my room.

✖ ✖ ✖

Shaking my head from my reverie, I turn my attention back to the wide, open football field where my graduating class stood in rows, awaiting the distribution of their diplomas. The corners of my lips lift up in a grateful smile, proud of how far I had come since I last spoke to Travis.

At first, I found it hard to distance myself from him. Everything in my life up to that point reminded me of him, but over time, I changed. I really changed. The biggest changes happened after I sought professional help, and thanks to my therapist, I was able to be more positive.

Thanks to all the hard work I put into making my life better, I finally have a future. I, Matthew Abbot, have a future. One where I could go far in life and prosper. A future that did not include sneaking into a building to kill myself. A future where I could be alive and… happy.

If someone last year told me that I’d feel this great at graduation, I would find it really hard to believe them. But now, living that moment, it feels like all my dreams were finally coming true.

“Matthew Abbot.”

A surge of excitement runs through my veins when I hear my name being called. Continuing in the orderly fashion, I carefully make my way up onto the stage where I grab the hand of my principal, shaking it with one hand while he hands me my diploma with his other hand.

We both pause to take a picture, sealing the memory away forever.

But instead of facing the photographer, I find myself staring at Travis. Just like the other seniors, he is wearing a navy blue and white robe, but unlike them, he has a gun in his hand. There’s a harsh look to his eyes, making him seem almost maniacal. I hold my breath, too scared to move.

Time slows down, allowing me to study Travis’s expression. His eyes tell me nothing, but his lips lift up in a satisfied half-smirk, and for the first time in a long time, he seems happy. Instead of feeling happy for him, a sick feeling permeates throughout my stomach, making me nauseous.

Before I have the chance to scream for help, Travis points the gun at me and pulls the trigger.

[June 2017]

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ventingviper-blog · 4 years

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VENT a short essay (only partially chronological)

My grandparents tried throwing me a surprise sweet 16 and it was a surprise I had fun. But I walked in and only two or three of my friends were there. One that’s still my friend to this day, another who is my current boyfriend's best friend, but were on rocky terms now and a basketball teammate. Like I know I should get over it but when you’re told the guest list after the party and realize 10 or so people didn’t show it really sucks. The party ended up being mostly family friends, all of which are my grandparent's age, and family. Like I’m grateful for the people who did show up and I still love them which is why I don’t care if my boyfriend's best friend doesn’t like me anymore he’s always gonna be a person I’ll help no matter what. But damn it really fucked up my self-esteem, I feel like most people around me purely tolerate my existence and don’t actually enjoy my company. I’ve been dealing with abandonment issues since I was a child and I can’t even feel happy trying to create a new family of friends because it stopped being worth the effort. I stopped reaching out to see people and now going out to events is a drag. We hang out with my boyfriend and his friends but honestly trying to feel welcomed in a group of people that been together since 1st grade is a long shot at best. I went with two of them to get drinks at one point and they literally stood in a way where I was the 3rd person on a 2 man sidewalk. He so badly wants me to be a part of his group of friends and I’m trying but there’s literally only 1 it seems I get along with. Then his controlling mother and ass hat of a father, literally my entire, ENTIRE, fucking family loves this man I love this man but his fucking family is a GIANT. BAG. OF. DICKS! Like I get it him and I fucked up in our last month of high school and got pregnant. I WASN’T EVEN THE FIRST PERSON TO KNOW AND I WAS THE PREGNANT ONE! My grandma, she’s amazing but also a cunt at her worst, went into MY kaiser account, she had the password, and checked my test results then called me yelling at 8:30am on a Sunday, after I’d just left the house. So in the 10 minutes it took me to go pick up my boyfriend, he was in the car, I answer the phone and its pure rage, I have no idea what's going on, so she says look at the results and hangs up. Well, we went back and told his mom, who literally says “ what is ‘current boyfriend’ going to think of me?!” great priorities there. Then I went to my grandparent's house to discuss it with them, and my grandma starts off with “ well you have one option”, which I didn’t and then after 2 weeks made my final decision but that two weeks was a living hell. My grandma threatened to revoke my brothers and my graduation trip because of everything that was going on and then said we ( oh yeah grandpa’s been silent this whole ass time) feel you should move in with your mom. I HAD NEVER BEEN MORE PISSED IN MY LIFE! THIS WOMAN HAD MY FATHER AT 17(I can do simple math) AND WAS SUPPORTED BY HER FAMILY YET SHE COULDN’T DO MORE THAN SCREAM WHEN IT HAPPENED TO SOMEONE ELSE. Then my mother comes at me from the other side saying “oh we're going to run away to Washington state and I’ll help you raise the baby” - not going to lie almost agreed to this... so we told my family cause I couldn’t figure out what to do and was honestly thinking about keeping the baby and raising it or, more likely, adoption. WELL HERE COMES THE GOD DAMN CHOIR. My grandma, a look of disgust. His father Not even dogs give away there young. My mom, and the option I was leaning towards the most actually and wanted to do, “ Your aunt had a hysterectomy and hasn’t been able to have children, is willing to take the baby and raise him” She would have raised him as his aunty which wasn’t necessary I wanted him to feel like the people with him were his real parents, and I’d just have to fly/ drive to Washington to give birth, I was ready for this one, happy about the choice. but happiness can’t last too long right, of course not. His father decides to chime in, “insert adoption comment here” oh and the pièce de résistance “If you don’t break up with this girl I will have you castrated or you can dump her.” the two options and the bonus, “If you do anything other than abortion I’ll disown you”. Threatening your son into convincing his pregnant girlfriend to have an abortion. Then his mom joins the fray of people, we go out to lunch she tells me her sob story of how she had an abortion in college and felt it was the right thing to do and feels that her son is the same soul she aborted and all that great stuff, that honestly, I don’t even know if it’s true or not. But damn I haven’t really gotten over the fact that I went through his phone during that time, yes I know It’s wrong I got over doing that after the first year, HE WAS SCREENSHOTTING OUR TEXTS AND SENDING THEM TO HIS MOTHER AND THEN COPYING AND PASTING HER RESPONSE TO ME, I was pissed so I texted him and mentioned us taking a break because obviously tensions were high and I wasn’t feeling the best towards him and he comes back almost instantly with “why? so you can ruin my life?” HE DOESN’T EVEN REMEMBER SAYING THAT TO ME BUT I SURE AS FUCK DO. That one still comes back up to piss me off every so often. So I ended up having an abortion, the medication made me vomit, I can still remember the cold tone the nurses used towards me and the warm tone to the woman next to me, we were in for the same procedure but they’d accidentally punctured her uterine wall, I still get sad and teary when I think about it and its been 5 years, I still get flashbacks to the feeling of the blood between my thighs, It was more than a period ever prepared you for and the clots are just huge, I cried myself to sleep and he held me the entire time and stayed by my. which is probably why we're still together.

But then we were put through a test again. We went out drinking one night, played videogames and whenever you lost you took a half shot, spoiler alert I. LOST. EVERY. GAME. I played maybe 6 games and ended up becoming the designated loser (loser stay till they win) I was the drunkest person there. Well it came time to go cause the host's girlfriend wanted to go to a bar but we wanted to go home when I was sober my boyfriend and I agreed to Uber home his friend parked his car in place where we could leave it overnight and it wouldn’t be towed, his friend said it’s in the lot across the street (important), well we decide to leave and my boyfriend says he’s good to drive, had like 4 beers and a shot is he’s 6′3″ ish and 200lbs. Well, we're heading out and start to go find the car, I realize my jacket is gone, I let him know. NOW ACCORDING TO HIM I RAN BACK TO THE HOUSE TO GET MY JACKET. I don’t remember this however I do remember turning around and my boyfriend was no longer there. So I ran to go find him, still no jacket, I remember checking for headlights and not seeing any so I ran across the street, checked the parking lot and couldn’t find him or his car, so I ran back. As I get back to the other side of the street, everyone's favorite light show starts and I get pulled over by two cops. Well, theY sit me at the bus stop and question me, I HAVE NOTHING ON ME, PHONE, KEYS, WALLET, NOT A SINGLE DAMN THING. So they ask what I’m doing I explain I was at a friend's house drinking a bit and came outside to find my ride, and like clockwork, my boyfriend pulls up and goes to pull up to the curb and see what's going on AND. TAPS. THE. FUCKING. CURB. Immediately the cops say “did you see the way he hit that curb?” He gets out the car to see what's up they yell at him to get back in the car nothing else, so he drives into the parking lot and parks then comes back, they're still talking to me, address, phone number, SSN all that jazz, which I somehow remembered. Then they start focusing on him, they never asked him to come over they allowed him to because he had my wallet. They start giving him the test, pupil, walking, breathalyzer I got kinda cold so they asked him for his jacket to give to me. I’m watching and then I turn around, the cars have multiplied another cop showed up, not even sure when. They start discussing something while we're sitting on the bench, then they say we gotta do one more test and have him come too near the squad car. Well, I’m talking to the other cop then I glance to see how the test is going and he’s cuffed and being put in the car. That was all the info I got they’re taking him in. Of course, drunk me starts crying and I get up and go get his friends and then the cops take his keys and moves his car back to the lot it won't get towed in, well we don’t know what to do so we decide to call his mom, I couldn’t speak because I was crying too hard so his friend spoke. They call me an Uber and it takes me to fucking Aqui’s, so now I’m drunk by myself and crying in the middle of downtown Campbell after everything has been shut down and its a ghost area. I call his best friend and don’t know what to do I just feel guilty his friend asks if I need a ride and I say no, cause you can never inconvenience someone for such a trivial matter, and make it seem like I just called crying like a crazy person ( he hasn’t really talked to me since). I get myself in an uber and to my grandparent's house, I live by myself 5 mins from their place but couldn’t be alone that night, I set up on the couch and get the it’ll be alright comfort speech. They leave I call my mom, history of abusive junky boyfriends and baby daddies with drinking problems, who would know more about someone being arrested than her? She gives me the rundown on what's going to happen and tells me not to feel guilty. So I lay my trashed ass down and watch tv and fall asleep, I had called his mom and so I knew someone was looking out for him I just didn’t know what to do and knew to go to a police station absolutely blasted would be a terrible choice, but apparently, his fucking mother was like She should be here all night worried like I am. I woke up at 3am to 5 missed calls from the police station, queue worst guilt I have ever felt in my entire life! and then the alcohol said the parties over, I vomited and dry heaved the worst tasting vomit in my life. He got picked up I went over around 10:30 11:00 no one was awake but his best friend was outside so I took him to get my boyfriend's car and keys. Literally later that day my boyfriend comes over and he says his mom is pissed and that she literally asked if he was going to dump me and when he said no she said: “then what's it going to take?”, she complained about me not doing anything saying she heard it from his friend, didn’t notice the call came from MY PHONE, “your best friend went to get your car I don't know who took him but he got it”, bitch I took him, and then “you’re not surrounding yourself with the right people” she absolutely “loves” his friends and “loved” me until we started dating, and she greets all his friends with a smile but will barely acknowledge either of us if we come inside. She blames me for this entire thing and I am no longer allowed at his house. She threatened to kick him out and make him come live with me, which would violate the agreement I have with my grandparents upon renting a place from them and is why I told him to not tell his mom I moved out because she’s prone to this line of threat. ( I was threatened once to be kicked out and said fuck your timeline if you want me gone I’m gone and moved in with my mother). His parents literally referred to me as “that stupid little girl he’s dating” and when describing what happened his mom said she was being stupid and running around in the middle of the street then walked up to three cops and started talking to them. I got pulled over, the most I could have done was acted like I hadn’t seen them. The only thing I really feel guilty about is that I got let off without even a warning they just kinda brushed over me and went straight for him. We now have an arrangement that he’s never allowed to approach me when I’m with cops. You wouldn’t think you’d have to have that talk.

Summary: I’m really fucking done with my boyfriend's shitty parents and I’m about to tell them to fuck off. But my boyfriend just wants peace in this world so now I’m here.

I’m also still recovering from trauma throughout my life.

Edit: He blew a .08 on the field test the legal limit exactly and then .06 in the lab thats less than 15 mins away

#family #abortion #dui #drinking #family drama #bitches

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 3 Part 6

And we continue. So much things are happening ‘-’ I must say put a trigger warning here for one part of the plot. Yes it’s about Nate. And yes it’s sad.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Wednesday February 6

It was wrong. Illogical. Pure stupidty. It was 1 am. Tomorow, he had lessons to attend. So why the hell was he helping Liam ? Why they were in a hotel in another town ? And it wasn't for sex ! I'm Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. The gifted hunter. Feared as a god, venerated like one, desired like one. I shouldn't be here. But everytime he looked at this baboon, this fuckin' dummy freshman, his boyfriend... Everytime he looked at him, he knew his place was right here. It doesn't make any sense. Liam had finally fell asleep. He had been so stressed the whole day ! The blond's lad didn't want to see him like this. I'm not supposed to care. I mean, he's just a prey. But I feel concerned. I guess I just don't want the product to be damaged. Yeah, that's it. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey went into the bathroom. He didn't know why; but a feeling prevented him to take advantage of Liam's situation to have sex with him. Instead, I have this urge to help him. Such a pain in my ass. He dialed Nancy's number.

"Sir." she answered quickly. "Why are you calling so late ? You're not putting this awesome dick of yours in someone ?"

"Sadly not. Look, I need help to find someone."

She remained silent for a bit. It's my tone. He had sounded more stressed, more worried than he wanted to. But for real, where the hell this Nate went ? He had just vanished from Earth !

"Gimme all the information you have. I'll see what I can do." she eventually replied.

"You're not asking for payment ?"

"Look Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, I know you for a long time now. More than most people. I can tell when it's important for you. And as much as I love see your ass getting rounder, I think it's not necessary this time."

The blond lad froze a moment. Did she mean she felt... weakness ? Damnit, why everything is different when the baboon is here ? Why I can't bang him like all the other prey I chased before ? He reluctantly told her what he knew. Nothing much in fact, because Liam and him never really talked about their respectives lives. They spent most of the time watching movies, walking in the park and obviously, eating.

"I have something you may found interesting." announced Nancy after a while. "It's a video posted by a girl who's friend with another girl named Gwendoline who's friend with Nate Hudson. It show him walking towards the sea heavily drunk."

"When ?"

"One hour ago, approx. He looks very weird in that video..."

"Thanks Nancy. I'll send you a home-made chocolate cake later."

"Hell, you have to. Good luck sir."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey decided to let Liam sleep, and went to the beach. Himself was used to rest only a little. But it's because I'm usually fuckin' one person. Or more. Not because I'm searching my boyfriend's bestfriend. For fuck sake. He was turning completely crazy. It was a descent to hell for the hunter he was. For almost two hours, he ran along the ocean, but found no one. Nonetheless, when the blond lad was ready to give up, he glimpsed him. Finally. When he came closer, what he saw wasn't good. Wasn't good at all. Nate Hudson was a short and a bit tubby lad. He had black short hair, and a childish figure. He looks 15, no more. Liam already seemed young, but his bestfriend... Anyway, it wasn't the problem. Nate had brown eyes, but they were strongly dilated and reddened, probably because of the alcohol, maybe even some drugs. He had vomit all over his body. And what a body... His clothes were torn apart, with some blood. Himself looked hurt, like if someone had scrathed him. He released a putrid smell, a mix between beer, weed, sweat and blood. I saw this before. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey came closer.

"Hey bud." he whispered. "Are you awake ?"

Nate grunted. His breath was a real torture. Man it's not good. Drunk, high and with blood all over him ? His trousers were open. As an expert of the question, the Dean's grandson could guess he had ejaculated not that far ago. This is bad. Really bad.

"I'm... Dami. Can you get to your feet ?"

He supposed Liam had only called him "Dami" anyway. The drunk guy grabbed him a bit aggressively.

"Liam can't see me like this." he said with a desesperate but angry tone. "He doesn't need to know."

"Dude, it's not the most important. Come here."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey helped him to stand up. Damn, he's heavier than he looks. And he stinks... It was barely bearable. I don't even know why I'm doing this. Well, he knew. For a baboon called Liam.

"Don't tell him." insisted Nate. "Nothing."

"Okay, okay. Man you need a shower. Come, I'll help you..."

It's not good at all...

When Liam woke up in the late morning, Nate was clean and deeply asleep. Hopefully, he'll just have an hangover and no physical damage. He wasn't hurt that much... Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey could only imagine what happened during the night... And it wasn't something he liked at all.

"Where did you find him ?" asked his boyfriend once showered and dressed. "And how ?"

Needless to say, he was extremely relieved. He had kissed the blond lad with so much passion this one almost fainted. And I liked it so much. Not good either. I want more, it's a fuckin' disaster.

"Look baboon. All I can say for sure is : he needs you. I think he's waking up. Go talk with him."

The Dean's grandson waited a very long moment. His projects for today were all wrecked. With four hours of journey to do, they wouldn't be back before the evening. I wanted to bang Gabriel at least once... And why not a prey or two... In order to spend the time while his boyfriend talked with Nate, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey played with his phone. He masturbated in his ferrari with his tape of his name. And he called some people for phone sex. Eventually, he related the last day to Zack. This one said he was proud of him. I don't know what the fuck he can be proud of ? I mean, I crossed half the country and I don't even know why. Damn, I hate this Liam boy. Stupid boyfriend and his cute face. Anyway, afterwards, Liam came to see him, with Nate right behind him.

"Hey Dami, thank you for being so patient."

"No problem." assured quickly, too quickly to his own opinion, the blond lad. "You guys get everything clear ?"

Nate looked him straight in the eye. I get it. Liam can't know what happened. It wasn't good.

"He had been beaten by some idiots." mumbled the chestnut lad with angriness. "And kicked out of the university for some reason. We need to bring him with us. He'll stay with me."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey hesistated. You want to play it this way ? To lie ? Nate nodded to his silent question. Whatever. It's not my problem right ? I'm not even sure about what happened. I don't care.

"Okay." he said. "Get in the car mates."

Liam Friday February 8

Three day after their little trip across the country, Liam had only one certainty : the forces of evils had struck again. Nate was different, even a half-minded like him could saw that. He was sullen, shifty and distant with everybody except maybe Liam. (They were quite a pair : the absent-minded and the crabby). (Maybe it would make a good title for a movie). At least the unicorns were happy. Nick had agreed to let Nate settle for a while. Thus, Liam bedroom became their bedroom. His bestfriend hadn't much stuff, only some clothes. He had left everything behind, even his car. He had warned his parents, but hadn't given any detail. And now, he was just stayin' there, wandering in the flat. He's playin' videogames, smilin' and all but I know the forces of evil took his joie de vivre. I see it in his eyes. Maybe the unicorns'll be able to help him... To be honest, Liam didn't know what could cheer up Nate. (He had always been the happy one in their relationship). So he just decided to be there. For now, his bestfriend had been maintening he had been assaulted by some bastard after the university had expelled him. He had made himself drunk and had just lost track of time. I know there's more. But I can't force him to tell me, so I'm gonna be patient.

"Dude, earth calling you again." whispered suddenly Nick at his ear.

They were in the mathematics lecture, but Liam had been gawking since the very beginning.

"How's the space today ?" asked his roommate. "Is it attacked by aliens while a magical pony helped you to ride the rainbow ?"

"It would be cool." accepted the chestnut lad. "But the unicorns don't want me to ride rainbow. They said it's dangerous."

"Okay, whatever." replied Nick, astonished to see his joke taken so seriously. "I was asking you, do you know what's Nate's plan ? I mean, I don't care having him around, and he's welcome as long as he wants to, but he seems a bit... odd. Does he expect to just stay in the flat forever ?"

"I don't know." confessed Liam. "Listen, I can't tell you much but I think he needs time. Can you be patient with him ?"

Nick nodded.

"Of course. It's just... I know him for a while, and he acts... different. I'm worried, that's all."

"We all are."

After the classes, Nick and Liam headed towards the pool for the lesson with Theo. It was the third in a row, and the dark-haired lad hadn't made any progress. The only thing Liam noted was how his belly had grew bigger since he was sleeping with the junior. But I guess I can't speak since I gained a bit of weight myself. They were at the pool when the lad glanced Dami.

"I'm going ahead." whispered Nick. "Take your time, I'll be fine with Theo."

Liam thanked him and joined his boyfriend. He had this particular look when something bothered him. His eyes were even scarier than usual.

"Hey Dami. Want somethin' ?"

(There's a secret everyone should know : Liam had decided to play it cool with his boyfriend, but in truth, he was so prude and shy...) (He was doing his best to be Liam the hero in front of Dami, but often, he was just Liam the virgin). (Even if he wasn't virgin).

"Not really." said Dami. "I'm waiting Laura for a little chitchat. How's Nate ?"

"Fine. I guess."

There was a blank. Liam felt a bit guilty about their trip. I asked him to drive me on the other side of the country. He paid the gas, rented the hotel, and it's him who found Nate eventually. (For Liam, it was a real proof of love, even if in the same time, Dami was having sex with other people). But when they were over there, Liam had been pathetic. I did a panic attack and I almost insulted him.

"Stop fuckin' dreamin' like that baboon." demanded his boyfriend, who was blushing.

They ended up both blushing. (It was a natural reaction for the freshman, each times Dami became red, he did too).

"By the way, about Theo." mutterred Dami.

He was blaming him for what happened last week. Liam knew that.

"I think he'll stop whatever he's doing with your roommate. I hope Nick isn't too attached to him ?"

"Not really. He said they were just havin' sex, nothing more. But why would he left him ? Did he find another lover or..."

"It's not that. D.R. gave him an order. Don't try to understand you baboon."

"Okay...By the way I don't like it when you call me baboon."

"Really ? And whatcha gonna do about it baboon ?"

"I want pancake for our next date this monday after my session with the shrink. You can do it ?"

Dami just slapped him gently.

Liam went inside only to find Nick alone. This one looked at him with weariness.

"Theo said he can't continue." he revealed. "Both the sex and the lessons. Apparently, it was becoming too sentimental, and he can't make Laura suffer."

"Oh. I'm sorry about this."

It's exactly as Dami said. His boyfriend was a psychic. So cool. (It was plausible. Once, a clairvoyant had told Liam he would lose money, and then the poor lad had paid him and had lost money !)

"I think it's better this way." he confessed. "Theo is with Laura, he shouldn't have sex with other people."

"Man, I agree. But when we started.... wow. He's good ya know ? For a virgin bisexual like me, it was kind of amazing."

Liam blushed. I don't wanna know. They were about to head the locker room when suddenly, Rebecca showed up with another girl. When she saw them, she smiled.

"There are some other swimmers." she informed her friend. "Liam and Nick. Well, the lattest is not really a swimmer. I guess ? What are you doin' in trunks tubby ?"

The dark-haired lad frowned.

"Somethin'."

"You should swim with us." she continued.

Liam was naturally dull-wited. (Mean people would say retarded). But he could sense the disaster incoming. Nick declined, and Rebecca suddenly burst into laughter.

"I knew that. The truth is, you can't swim, can you ? Are you scared of the water ? But you have such a great life preserver here."

She pinched his lovehandles. Nick was about to do a huge mistake, realised Liam. He wanted to punch the star runner athlete in the face. I need to stop this. He started to imporivse a song. And then, he grabbed his roommate and they ran as far as possible.

Barbara Saturday February 9

They all applauded. It was such a pleasure. Barbara was proudly looking at Summer. My first real victory. It was bound to happen. Yesterday, someone had degraded the football lockers, exactly like the sciences facility before. And she arrested him. Well, the spacegoat she had prepared to. Roberto and her had done a great job. No one could get to the root of this case.

"My grandfather thank you all." declared Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. "Most of you are completely retarded but congratulations ! You stopped a dreadful threat."

It was easy to see he didn't care at all. He certainly wanted to bang someone. It's his way to reign... They all respect the hunter he's, and they all want him in bed. Honestly, Barbara was curious. He must be really gifted...

"I can't agree more." added Summer. "Well done team."

She glared at Barbara with anger. Yeah, that's it. You're losing your people. The next queen is here.

When she left the building, the petite girl ran into Oliver, from the football team. The person I wanted to see. Since Theo had failed, she had looked for other allies. Apparently, Liam was now quite a legend among the hunters, because neither Theo or Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey had succeeded to have sex with him. But the king will, I'm sure of it. He probably acted distant in order to attack later.

"Thank you for the guy you arrested." complimented Oliver. "The team's glad, because he could have damaged some important stuff."

"It's not a problem. That's why I want to be the next head of the student." she smiled.

"Yeah, about that... My boss wants to meet you."

"Your boss ? I thought you were the captain in charge ?"

"Well, technically, I am." he explained. "When it's related to football. But my quarterback is leading the team in the inside and not only on the field. And he's kinda bossy and presumptuous so behave yourself in front of him."

"Okay."

She followed him, a bit perplexed. He must be the hunter. She had understood each club had at least one leader hunter, a guy feared and respected by all. She had thought it was Oliver, but apparently not. In fact, when she entered in the football locker room, she almost wet herself. Footballers were of course impressive, especially when you were a short girl like her. But when she faced around twenty of them... And it wasn't the worst. They had made a special space in the room. They had regrouped all the lockers in a corner, and in the middle, there was a kind of throne. The quaterback was lazily sat onto it, a leg across the armset. Next to him, a poor guy was on his knees with a tray of foods. Another was shaking a fan. This's so stereotipical. But so scary in the same time. The hunter himself was only in briefs, while his teammates were in sportwear. He had a ripped body, pretty hot. She realised he was carbo-loading because they had a game tomorow. His hefty belly was well bloated.

"You must be this Barbara the captain talked about." he said with a smirk. "I'm Archibald Fabian, but you can call me Archie."

What an attitude. His tone, his body language, his smile, everything was exhaling a sexual aura. She could guess he had already fucked every single footballer in the room. Probably all the club member and their coach too. He was a more impressive hunter than all the other she had encountered, except maybe Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. But this latter at least looked civilized.

"Nice to meet you." she smiled prudently. "You wanted to see me ?"

"I was getting curious." he answered after he devoured a big spoonful of pasta. "I mean, I'm only a sophomore and I never saw anyone except Summer at the head of the student union."

"You'll be happy to know it won't last." she assured. "All I need is some support from..."

"I don't know girl." he interupted her. "She managed to kick the old president out, and Damian likes her. Now that the bet with Theo is over, the best hunter will be less focused on the hunt and he'll take notice of this little war you're both doing. I gambled for him because I knew he would win. He always does. So I'm gonna wait to see for who he's rooting."

Barbara nodded. So this quarterback's on the king side. Never expected him to be a follower...

"You can go now." Archie continued. "I only wanted to see what kind of girl was ambitious enough to fight Summer. Don't disappoint me please, I'm always up for a good show."

Barbara spent the rest of the day a bit disappointed. She had expected more support after a victory. Ms. Weber had called her, as for Steve Callagan. Both were with her now. But I wanted the football team. Oliver looked convinced, but Archie... She hadn't expected a sophomore to rule the club like this. He was powerful, and dangerous. And this Theo who had lost ! I wonder what he's thinking now ? According to Javier, he had withdraw from the bet. But why ? There are still to many impoderables. All these gray areas prevent me to act fast. But the quarterback had given her an idea. She had to meet the old queen, the one before Summer. Maybe they could plot something together. That was why she went to see Javier at his dormitory. She knocked at his door with energy. The raven-haired lad opened after a while. He was shirtless, and apparently about to sleep.

"Barbara ?" he was surprised. "Whatcha doin' here ?"

She entered without a second thought.

"I need information. I want the name of the previous head of the student ? Who was she ?"

"Sorry. I'm not answering against nothing."

The blonde girl looked at him. He was a typical college student, who had faced the freshman 15, or maybe 20 in his case. Not tall, average face, nothing remarkable. He's a power hunter, like me. But he's too chicken-livered.

"You know what I want." he mumbled. "Please, we did it one time. You enjoyed it right ?"

Absolutely not. But it was the university rule. Sleep to succeed.

"Fine." she conceded. "But first, the name."

"Well, it's Irina Peskov. Rumors say she's the first person who had sex with Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey when he arrived at the university, three year ago. She had been the head of the student for one year, but then..."

Javier stopped and looked at her. Barbara sighed. He was waiting a move. She slowly took her shirt off.

"Then, she did something bad. I think D.R. and Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey punished her. She's studying biology now, but she lives out of the campus."

"D.R. ? What's that ?"

"I don't know, I just heard the name. Nothing important I guess, the man just ditched her when Summer started to sleep with him to my opinion."

"Yeah, looks like it."

This Irina would be more than glad to get revenge...

To be continued

Sorry not sorry but yeah sorry. What happened to Nate will play a role in the story, and impact all the characters. This is also the good time to introduce Archibald, who is kind of important.

Liam is lost and confused, Damian is angry and confused, Barbara is evil and a little bit confused. Everyone is confused. Things will get better I swear ! At least for now !

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Barbara #Nate is in trouble #He needs help #And his friends #And a break #At least Liam and Damian are making progress #Barbara is evil part 3 #Chapter 3 #Part 6

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stroni-bomb · 5 years

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For Now - Half Werewolf!Changkyun

Christmas was the loneliest time of year, but it was also the best.

Half Werewolf!Changkyun’s backstory, or more like a scene from his past

~ Cherry

Christmas was Changkyun’s favourite time of year. Not because of the celebrations - he wasn’t allowed to join in on those. Not because of the presents - he never got any. And not because he got to visit family - he really didn’t want to meet the rest of his relatives.

It was because he was alone.

“You do everything Minjun says and if she tells me that you broke any of the rules, you’ll get two days in the cells,” his uncle said.

“Of course,” Changkyun could hardly keep the smile off of his face. Minjun was by far his favourite cousin simply because she didn’t pay him any attention. The moment his family left, she would be off to hang out with her friends, and he would be on his own.

“You go too easy on him,” Yejun said. “Put him on a chain or something, that’s what you do when dogs misbehave, right?”

Even Yejun’s taunting couldn’t harm him. He’d be gone for four days. That’s four entire days of not having to worry about Yejun’s creativity when it came to letting out anger on him. Four days! Nothing could bring Changkyun’s mood down.

Thankfully, his uncle dismissed Yejun’s idea and all of his family exchanged farewells before they took off. Minjun was already on the phone with her friends so she’d be off soon as well. Then he would have the entire house to himself.

He was excited when she ended the call, but his nerves became restless when he heard her sigh. Was she angry? Did he need to gap it to his room before she took it out on him?

“Hey,” Minjun said. “We don’t have enough people to play paintball, so… if you wanna come…”

Was she actually inviting him to leave the house? That was against the rules. She knew how much trouble he could get in for that.

“I can’t,” he kept his answer short, not wanting to get on her bad side. She was the only family member that hadn’t hurt him in some way, and he didn’t want to ruin that.

“Oh, don’t act like you haven’t snuck out of the house before,” she said. “Come on, it’ll be Christmas soon, have some damn fun rather than staying locked up in this house all the time.”

She can’t be telling the truth. It’s a test. Her dad asked her to do this, to trick him.

“I can’t,” he couldn’t trust her.

“Fine, fine,” she muttered. “I’ll bring home some cake or something if you want.”

He only nodded, not knowing how to respond. She usually didn’t even speak to him, he didn’t know how to talk to her. With the rest of his family, he’d learnt what to say and what not to say to keep them happy. He didn’t know how to do that with her, and if he angered her, she could easily tell his uncle about it. Then there would be hell to pay once everyone got back.

It wasn’t worth it.

After his cousin left, Changkyun was immediately grabbing everything he could to make this day as great as possible. Snacks, fancy blankets and pillows, soft toys. He was going to drown himself in happiness, it was the only time of the year that he could.

He was content with doing all the things he normally couldn’t do until he heard something outside. He half expected it to be some vengeful supernatural that would finally kill him, but instead he found a cat.

A disturbingly skinny cat.

“Who the hell is taking care of you?” It was strangely complacent as he picked it up and to take it inside. “You need food.”

It waited patiently as he was looking through the cupboards to find something it could eat. It definitely wasn’t a stray, otherwise it wouldn’t be this peaceful.

“Okay, what do you eat?” He muttered to himself. “Tuna? Cat’s eat tuna, right?”

It seemed like the cat enjoyed the can he put down in front of it. Hopefully it wasn’t allergic to tuna or something, he’d feel horrible if he poisoned it.

He didn’t know why he spent an entire five minutes watching the cat eat. Maybe it was because of it's fuzzy little face and the way it cutely chewed on the food. It was so small and soft… he was already in love with it.

“What do I name you?” His mind drifted off to the torn apart soft toy lying on his shelf.

It was a turtle that he had creatively named ‘Turtle’ but when Yejun suggested he could have hid something in it, his uncle ripped it apart. He had no idea how to sew it back together, so it just sat on his shelf, making him depressed every time he looked at it.

“Turtle,” he said. “You’re just as soft as my turtle.”

Turtle was too entranced by the food to pay any attention.

The rest of the day was spent researching how to take care of cats rather than air guitaring to music in the living room. If he wasn’t allowed to use the TV, then he definitely wasn’t allowed to have a cat, but he didn’t have to let anyone know. He’d just have to keep Turtle a secret.

Yeah, that idea was botched when Minjun came home earlier than expected.

“Is that a cat?”

“... No.”

“I’m not fucking blind, you idiot,” Changkyun was terrified that she was going to tell her dad, but instead of pulling out her phone, she began petting the cat. “Where did you find him?”

“Uh… he was outside,” Changkyun answered. “He looked really skinny so I gave him some food.”

His heart was in his throat. It was so easy for her to tell on him, it was so easy for her to hurt him.

“He’s pretty cute,” she said. “No collar… do you think he’s a stray?”

Turtle seemed to like the chin scritches she gave him and Changkyun felt weirdly jealous when he started purring.

“No, he’s too calm,” Changkyun said. “But whoever takes care of him obviously doesn’t feed him well enough.”

It was silent except for Turtle’s purring.

“Are you going to tell him?” Maybe it was a bad idea to ask, but he had to know.

“Tell who what?” She asked.

“Tell your dad… I broke the rules.”

“No,” she said. “I know I’m not exactly… kind to you, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Liar. That couldn’t be. She was messing with him. What was she trying to do? What kind of prank was she pulling? Her words only made him more anxious. He felt like he was going to throw up.

“Are.. you okay?” She asked.

“I feel kind of sick,” he said. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Oh, well, I have some trifle if you want some tomorrow,” she said. “You can have it for breakfast or something.”

Stop lying, stop it.

She can’t be kind. She’s ignored his existence so far, he preferred that. Did she pity him? Did Yejun put her up to this? What was she trying to do?

He didn’t notice Turtle follow him to the room until he got into bed and the cat jumped up next to him. Turtle headbutted him and it somehow lessened the anxiety he felt. Were cats magic? Maybe. He’d have to research more.

It was hard getting to sleep not knowing what his cousin was planning, but the warm creature next to him made him feel slightly better. Even though it was highly likely that Turtle would cause a lot of problems in the future, he liked having the cat around for now.

He spent an hour working up the nerve to even leave his room the next day. The only reason he ended up opening the door in the end was because Turtle needed to eat. He wanted to run right back when he saw Minjun though.

“Are you feeling better now?” She asked. “That trifle is still in the fridge.”

He’d spent all night worrying about what she’s planning. It was a bad idea to ask, he knew it, but he’d had enough.

“What are you doing?” He snapped. “Why are you talking to me? What do you want?”

“I’m just trying to be nice,” she looked sympathetic. That’s not possible. “I’m really sorry about… everything.”

“So why say something now?” He asked. “What changed? Are you planning something? Are you trying to gain my trust or something so that you can hurt me more?”

“I’ve never hurt you!” She objected. “I’m not a good person, I know that. I let Yejun torture you, I let my dad torture you, I let all of them torture you, but I’m trying. Can you please just let me try?”

No… she’s lying.

“Please just don’t hurt Turtle,” he said. “Don’t let Yejun near him.”

“... You named him Turtle?” She asked.

“Yeah, I… thought it kinda fit… they’re both really soft.”

Minjun didn’t speak after that and he was quick about getting himself and Turtle some food. She disappeared not long after and he was able to do whatever he pleased. He almost forgot that Minjun could destroy him with just a few words to her father.

Turtle was also a comforting presence. So long as he kept him away from Yejun, everything would be okay. He had no doubt his cousin would hurt the cat just to get to Changkyun. If he did, then Changkyun would probably finally snap and kill him.

The day went much the same as the previous day. He was able to play videogames and eat popcorn, all the while petting his new and adorable friend. Then when Minjun got home, he ran to his room as fast as possible, Turtle following along.

Turtle had already settled down on his pillow when he noticed something different about his room. His soft toy was gone. It didn’t fall of the shelf, he checked… did Minjun take it? He wanted to ask but the thought made his fear return, even more potent than before.

Instead, he just sighed as he got into his bed. Tomorrow would be Christmas day. He wished he could give something to Turtle. Maybe… extra tuna? It would have to do.

His sleep was much more peaceful that night, with Turtle curled up on the pillow, but he was woken up early in the morning by someone knocking on his door.

What did Minjun want now?

Still half asleep, he opened the door. It was better to just do what she wanted, she had too much power over him.

He didn’t expect the sight he was presented with when he opened the door though.

“Merry Christmas!” Minjun held out the soft toy turtle, completely repaired, to him.

Changkyun could only stare at it, not knowing what to say. She’d restuffed and stitched it up… why did she do that?

“Sorry I didn’t wrap it, I was just really excited to give it to you,” she said.

He half expected her to snatch it away from him when he reached out to take it. Turning it around, he saw the wonky stitching on it’s back. It still didn’t look as good as it used to, but… she fixed it.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t say anything when dad took it from you,” she continued. “I don’t really know how to sew, but… I tried my best.”

“You’re not lying?” He asked.

“... Why would I lie about not being able to sew well?” She asked.

“You…” He could feel tears in his eyes. Why? He should be happy, he is happy. Why was he holding back tears?

“Are you okay?” It was impossible to hold them back anymore when she put her hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

“No, you shouldn’t say sorry,” she said. “I should. I’ve been a horrible older sister to you. I should be looking out for you. Maybe you’re only my cousin, but you’re still family, even if you aren’t human. I’m really sorry.”

That just made him cry harder. Why…?

Minjun didn’t seem to know how to deal with his tears, and just stood there awkwardly for a few moments.

“So… there’s still that trifle in the fridge,” she said. “And we can go paintballing tomorrow… if you want.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’d like that.”

Minjun left and he returned to his bed to play soft toy Turtle next to cat Turtle. Immediately, the cat snuggled up next to the toy.

“Can cats eat trifle?” He wondered aloud. He was sure the answer was no, but Turtle shot up when he mentioned it. As long as he didn’t give him too much, maybe…

Taking the cat into the kitchen, he realised he was happier than he’d been in a long time. Minjun detested the idea of giving Turtle some of the trifle, but he only pulled a face at her when she protested. He could do that now without worrying she’d throw something at him.

Christmas really was the best holiday, and it wasn’t because he got to be alone anymore. He had Minjun, even though he didn’t completely trust her yet. And he had his Turtles. Those two couldn’t betray him, one wasn’t sentient, and the other couldn’t speak.

Things were okay for now. He knew it wouldn’t last long, the moments of happiness never did. But he still had two days left. He would worry about it when his family returned.

He was happy for now.

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ctfmeister · 6 years

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Daddi’s Boy

(Sequel to Unhealthy Side Effects of Pizza)

With her hands crossed and a sour expression on her face, D.Va sat impatiently in the Overwatch lobby, her foot tapping away at the floor while she waited for someone to come get her. Thanks to her extraordinary performance while defending her country, she’d been invited to the Overwatch base in Gibraltar in order to join the team. But honestly D.Va had no interest in joining at all.

The young Korean gamer was more than happy with how her life was going at the moment. Right now, all she had to do was play videogames and help defend South Korea. She wasn’t really looking to expand her jurisdiction to the entire world. In fact, were it not for her superiors asking her to at least come in person, she wouldn’t have even bothered responding. They insisted incessantly that this was a ‘great opportunity for her’, so now she had no choice but sit here, waiting begrudgingly.

Although honestly, it wasn’t all bad. Now that she was in Gibraltar, maybe she could take a few days off to go sight-seeing. She could do a little bit of tourism in Spain, or spend a little bit of time in France… She could even go to Great Britain, do a little bit of traveling and relaxing…

“Oh, hi there!” Called out a voice to D.Va. “You must be Miss Hana Song, I presume.”

‘Finally!’ D.Va thought. Now that someone was here she could tell them how much she didn’t want to become part of Overwatch. D.Va stood up straight and looked at the Overwatch member, when a huge gasp left her mouth.

“My name is Lena Oxton, codename Tracer.” She said, extending her hand towards D.Va. “Pleasure to meet you.”

The young woman before D.Va was absolutely stunning. Her body was fit and lean, not too muscly or brutish. Her build was petite, looking cute and soft. Her face adorable but not too childish. And her voice was so angelic that it rang D.Va sweetly inside her ears. This girl was the perfect embodiment of femininity, and D.Va absolutely loved it.

Ever since she was young, D.Va had always held a disdain for guys. Maybe it was because her father had always treated her horribly. Maybe it began after spending so much time with gross obese gamer guys. Whatever the reason was, her hate fat, gross, pervy guys transformed her sexual tastes in the opposite direction. She liked cute, small, soft girls, which Tracer fit like a glove. Tracer had to be D.Va’s dream girl.

“Err- Miss Song?” Tracer asked with a confusion.

D.Va shook her head intensely, mentally kicking herself. She was staring dumbly at a pretty lady again. “Oh um- Right. Sorry.” D.Va stumbled, extending her own hand to shaker Tracer’s. “Yes. That’s me. Hana Song. Or D.Va. But you can just call me Hana. Or D.Va. Or whatever you want.”

The Korean girl nervously held her breath in, hoping to not have embarrassed herself in front of the cutie. However, much to her relief, Tracer just giggled it off. “Alright Hana. Well, I appreciate that you’ve taken some time to travel over here and consider joining Overwatch. We’ve seen you in action and we really think you’d make a great fit for the team. You see, here at Overwatch, we think that blah blah… Blah blah blah…”

Tracer continued on talking, but the meaning of all words dropped for D.Va. The only thing she was able to do was stare intently into the eyes of this magnificent woman, admiring all the beauty she held. The way she cutely moved her petite mouth… The way her voice sang out with excitement from the topic… The happy expression she made as she talked… D.Va could watch over her forever…

“So, what do you say?” Tracer asked.

“Huh?” D.Va stepped back, not really following the trail of the conversation.

“Well, do you want to join Overwatch or not?” Tracer asked once more. “I know you have a lot of responsibilities with the defense of your country, but we would really like it if you joined our group. And, if you want, I could even be your guide and show you around. Be like a mentor of sorts, just so you can adjust more easily.”

D.Va began blushing heavily. “You- You’d do that? Just for me?”

“Of course!” Tracer exclaimed joyfully. “I’d be more than happy to help you get accustomed here. It would be my duty to make sure you felt comfortable with the team, and you I’d be glad for you to depend on me for anything you need. Besides, who wouldn’t love to help a girl as cute as you?”

D.Va’s cheeks became even redder, her blush covering her entire face. “Y-Y-Y-You think I’m c-cute?”

“Yeah I do.” Tracer responded plainly. “You’re one of the cutest girls I’ve ever seen. Actually, this is a bit embarrassing, but I watch your MEKA streams all the time. I just love seeing you fighting and being all cool. Hehe, I guess I’m a bit of a fan.”

Wow, this was so embarrassing… D.Va’s whole body felt hot, sweat pouring down from her face. This girl was so pretty and nice, and now she was calling her cute and being so kind… She was even a fan of D.Va’s stream. This was everything D.Va could dream of. To have such a beautiful girl around her… Maybe they could even...

“Yes, I’ll join Overwatch.” D.Va said confidently. “But only if… Only if you spend time with me… Showing me around and helping me and stuff…”

Tracer nodded with glee. “Yay!” She began to shake D.Va’s hands joyfully. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll be more than happy to be your guiding figure! Heck, we could even become super great friends!”

D.Va looked at the ground with embarrassment. Maybe they could become… More than friends…

Loud stomping echoed through the halls of the Overwatch base, as D.Va stormed through, an furious expression on her face. She stomped with anger and power, slamming her feet down one after the other with tremendous force as she walked towards the monkey’s laboratory. Her goal? To get that stupid primate to answer her concerns.

Finally arriving at his laboratory, she walked through the open doors with disregard. “WINSTON!!” She yelled with rage.

The gorilla hopped from his seat in surprise, a jar of peanut butter dropping onto the floor as he turned to face his visitor. “OH! Uh- Angela! I uh- I wasn’t having any peanut butter right now, I was just studying, uhhh- things!”

However, much to Winston’s relief, it wasn’t Doctor Ziegler coming to reprimand him for his eating habits, it was just the Koran gamer D.Va, standing before him with her shoulders crossed and an angry expression.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Winston asserted, with a sigh of relief, he turned back around and returned to his unfinished business.

“Winston, where is she?” D.Va asked commandingly. “I’ve sent you like, 12 emails today and you haven’t responded to a single one of them.”

“That’s just because you’ve sent hundreds of emails this week.” Winston answered matter-of-factly. “They’re all going into spam now.”

“Grrr…” D.Va grabbed hold of Winston’s rotatable chair and turned it towards her. “Winston it’s been 2 weeks, 3 days, 6 hours, 22 minutes and 51 seconds since she left.”

“Oh my, that’s very specific.” Winston said with a look of concern.

“Where. Is. She?” D.Va asked once more, pure ire seeping from her face and voice.

Winston sighed. “I told you, she’s on vacation. She wanted to take a little bit of time off before fully returning to Overwatch.”

“Yeah but wasn’t she only supposed to be gone for a week?” D.Va retorted. “Don’t you think something bad might’ve happened to her?

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Winston tried to reassure her. “I called Emily a little while ago and she said they were doing great.”

D.Va shot him a look of doubt. “How long was a little while ago.”

Winston gave a long sigh.

“Hasn’t she also not been responding to Overwatch calls?” D.Va added. “I’m just worried something bad happened to her…”

“Well, I’m sure everything is ok.” Winston maintained. “If something happened, surely Emily would let us know.”

D.Va’s face formed into a pout. “Can’t you at least send like… A unit or something, to check on her?”

The idea made Winston chuckle. “With the situation in Nepal, our number of available operatives is very scarce. And that’s not even considering the new complication in Lijiang.”

“Fine!” D.Va yelled out, stomping her foot. “If you don’t care about finding Tracer, then I’ll go ahead and find her myself.”

“Alright.” Winston replied nonchalantly. “As long as you don’t use any Overwatch resources.”

D.Va gritted her teeth with anger. It pissed her off how little everyone cared about Tracer’s disappearance, but at this point D.Va couldn’t stand it any longer. With newfound determination, she marched out of the room angrily.

“Oh, and don’t take too long.” Winston added. “We might need you for another operation soon and I don’t want two missing operatives.”

As the doors to his lab closed, the gorilla grabbed another jar of peanut butter and popped it open.

Deep inside an apartment complex in London, D.Va stood before one of the apartment door. She stared back and forth at the apartment number plate and the information on her phone, wanting to be totally sure they matched. According to the Overwatch database (which she got access to through totally legitimate means), this was Tracer’s apartment. If she wanted to get answers about her whereabouts, this was the first place to go.

She knocked on the door with strength, as a sigh unwittingly escaping from her mouth. She had to admit, she was a bit nervous about this. She was worried about Tracer’s disappearance, of course, but she was even more nervous about getting to see her again, and also getting to see her apartment, a bit of her private life…

But even then, all of those were crushed by the intense anxiety she had from the possibility of meeting Tracer’s girlfriend. D.Va had heard plenty about Emily, but she had never even seen the girl. It made her wonder, what kind of girl was Tracer attracted to? Was she more into the lean beautiful girls, or the cute petite ones? If it was Tracer, her girlfriend had to be just absolutely spectacular. No one short of amazing should even deserve to have the chance at dating Tracer. In all honesty, it put a lot of fear into D.Va… That Emily would be spectacular that she would put her to shame.

Unfortunatly, D.Va didn’t have too much time to dwell on the subject, as she heard the door knob shaking. This was it! She straightened up, looking forward with a determined but nervous expression. She was finally going to see Tracer. Or maybe even her girlfriend! She clutched her heart tightly, waiting as the door slowly opened to reveal…

“Hi, how may I help you?”

As soon as D.Va saw what popped out from the door, her jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, she had to blink a few times just to make sure it was real, that she wasn’t hallucinating. In front of her, was a person with a beautiful lady’s head, but a gross fat man’s body. She (He?) was wearing a dirty white tank top with jeans, and D.Va could even swear she had a bulge.

“Yes?” The person asked again.

D.Va blinked once, shaking her head as she realized she was lost in thought. “Oh- Um- Are you by any chance Emily?”

The girl (?) nodded with a smile. “Yes, that’s me.”

D.Va cleared her throat, still having a hard time taking in what she was seeing. “Right. Well, I’m Hana Song, codename D.Va, and I’m with Overwatch. I just came over here because-”

“Oh, so you’re one of Lena’s Overwatch friends?” Emily beamed happily. “Oh my! Please come in. A friend of Lena’s is a friend of mine.”

Before D.Va could even protest, she was quickly dragged inside the apartment by Emily, who packed an unexpected amount of force. Walking into the living room, D.Va inspected her surroundings. The apartment was one of those high-class expensive houses. Though it was a bit disorganized, it still looked far better than D.Va’s room at Gibraltar.

“Pardon the mess~ I was just going to start cleaning this week.” Emily added. “Now, just make yourself at home. And excuse me while I bring out some snacks.”

“Oh, that’s not-” But D.Va was too late to stop them, Emily was already gone.

A large sigh escaped through D.Va’s mouth. She scurried over to a nearby couch and slumped onto it. Ugh… It looked fine, but there was something sticky all over it. It was a bit annoying, but D.Va couldn’t bring herself to care enough to stand up from it. No, there was something much more important that was bothering D.Va. A single very pertinent question that clogged her mind.

Why? Why was Tracer dating this… This thing? Tracer had to be the most beautiful girl in the world- no, in existence. She could get any guy or girl she wanted, so why had she chosen this monster? They were fat, gross, and were it not for the pretty lady face they would be ugly. And what was it with their body? Were they a girl or a boy? Tracer had always called Emily her girlfriend, but their body looked more at home under the head of a fat man. It was quite comical how badly they didn’t match.

“Alright~ Here you are.” Emily said joyfully, returning with the same grinding smile she bore when D.Va first saw her.

With a feminine grace (that looked odd on their masculine body), Emily placed a plate with two pieces of pizza on the table in front of D.Va. She looked at the piping hot slices with bewilderment. Who offered pizza as a snack? Maybe that’s why they were so fat…

“Don’t be shy.” Emily sang happily. “Go ahead and have some.”

“Oh no, I’m fine.” D.Va responded, not quite in the mood to enjoy pizza.

“Oh please. I insist!” Emily continued. “I would be so upset if I hosted one of Lena’s friends and they didn’t have any food.

If there was some credit D.Va had to give Emily, it had to be how disgustingly sweet they were. The facial expressions and tone they made legitimately made D.Va feel bad about not having any of the pizza Emily offered. Could this be the reason why Tracer was dating them?

“A-Alright.” D.Va complied, not able to fight against Emily’s wishes. “I guess I can have some.”

Reluctantly, D.Va leaned forward and grabbed one of the slices. Hot cheese and grease dripped down from the pizza, which had pieces of sausage and veggies littered about. D.Va brought it close to her mouth and took a bite, slowly chewing to get the flavor until…

A gasp escaped from D.Va’s mouth. This pizza! It was really good! D.Va was a fan of junk food. She just absolutely loved the taste of everything greasy and fatty. Of course, this and her hate for fatness meant that she had to get a lot of exercise to stay fit. But D.Va didn’t mind it. She loved her body and her food too much to give up both.

Moreover, D.Va liked to think herself as a pizza connoisseur. Wherever she went she had to get a taste for the local pizza and see if it was up to par with her tastes. She’d even located the best places to get a good slice in South Korea and Gibraltar, becoming a happy regular customer to a lot of them. But out of all the pizza she’d ever had before, this one had to be the tastiest.

Wasting no time, D.Va quickly devoured the rest of her slice. She let out a delighted groan as the sticky cheese swiveled about in her mouth. It was so tasty, it made her body feel good. Though her happiness wasn’t set to last, for she finished swallowing the rest of the food in her mouth. Her tummy rumbled for more. D.Va’s eyes quickly darted to the next slice. It would be fine if she had the other piece too, right?

Either way, D.Va really didn’t care. She lunged towards the other piece of pizza on the plate and quickly began to eat it up, uncaring about anything else but getting the tasty food into her system. She was so focused of the pizza before her that she didn’t notice as Emily made an eerie sly expression. With a satisfied sigh, D.Va finished eating her slice. She leaned back on the couch, licking her lips happily while she reveled in the godly tasting ambrosia she’d just experienced.

“Wow, that was the best pizza I’d ever had.” D.Va said glowingly. “Did you make it?”

Emily let out a short giggle. “Oh ho, I’m flattered. But no, I didn’t make it. It’s from this new pizza place nearby.”

Of course they didn’t make it. D.Va thought. There was no way this fatso had any redeeming qualities to them.

“Anyways, was there anything you needed today?” Emily asked kindly.

“Oh!” D.Va jumped up in surprise. She’d totally forgotten why she’d come here in the first place. “Yeah, I just wanted to come around because I haven’t heard from Tracer in a while and I- err- the Overwatch team is worried that something might’ve happened to her.”

“Hmmm… I might have an idea to where Tracer is…” Emily responded.

“Really?!” D.Va hopped up from the couch in excitement.

While D.Va was upset about not seeing Tracer for a while and for having met Tracer’s partner, all of her worries were blown away just from the prospect of getting to see Tracer again. It had been so long since D.Va had taken a look at her goddess, she absolutely couldn’t wait to see her body, hear her voice, feel her kindness… Plus, maybe the fact that Emily was fat and gross was a good thing. It just meant that D.Va could steal Tracer away with all the more ease.

“Sure!” Emily assured her. “Just follow me.”

With that, Emily began walking deeper into the apartment, towards the hallway. D.Va gladly followed behind, her heart beating faster and faster from the excitement of meeting Tracer again. The two of them walked to the end of the hall, stopping before the last door. Emily clutched the door handle tightly.

“Here ‘she’ is!” Emily sang out.

As the door opened, D.Va practically burst into the room. She ran up to the bed, seeing a large figure resting upon it and assuming it was her idol. However, the excitement and bliss from seeing Tracer again were soon unable to hold the façade, and the oddities that surrounded D.Va finally began to settle into her mind.

“Ah! D.Va! How nice! It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.” Tracer called excitedly.

That is, if you could even call that thing laying back against the bedrest Tracer. It certainly had Tracer’s face, but its body was that of a morbidly obese man. Her arms and legs were thick and meaty. Her tremendous protruding belly slumped onto the bed with disregard. And a long veiny cock poked from underneath her gut, flopping onto the bed in its flaccid state. This new ‘Tracer’ just sat there with a dumb smile on her face, holding a slice of pizza in her hand as if nothing was wrong.

The whole thing was… It was... It was fucking disgusting. D.Va’s leg muscles gave out and she quickly fell into a crouch. She put her hand on her mouth, holding in the need to vomit from the horrifying sight. Her goddess… Her angel… Her idol… It had been destroyed. The person she loved and admired the most in the world had been turned into some sort of freak. How could this have happened?

A wave of dizziness overcame D.Va. Was this a nightmare? Or was this some sort of divine punishment? Maybe the countless omnics whose lives she’d ended had finally come to haunt her. Or maybe she had been a horrible person in a previous life. Whatever the reason, something was clear. Tracer as D.Va knew her was gone, replaced by this gross amalgamation that sort of looked like her. And the worst part was that this Tracer didn’t even seem to care about her current state. It infuriated D.Va immensely.

Gathering up all her strength, D.Va slowly pulled herself up and turned towards Tracer. “T-T-Tracer…” She averted her eyes from Tracer’s gaze. D.Va could barely look at Tracer’s new body for too long before feeling intense sorrow. “What- What happened to you?”

Tracer made a bewildered look, taking a bite out of the pizza in her hand. “What do you mean?”

“What do I?” D.Va shook her head in disbelief. Was she being serious? “What do I mean?”

D.Va hopped onto the bed with Tracer, as she began to slowly crawl towards her. “Tracer you’re so fat, greasy and… male now.”

Tracer gave a hearty giggle. “D.Va what are you talking about? I’ve always been a chubby fat guy.”

“What?!” D.Va shook her head vehemently. She stopped right in front of her, staring Tracer up and down as if she wasn’t real. “No… You used to be a lean beautiful lady. But now you’re so… thick.”

The word resonated deeply in D.Va’s head. It sent shivers down her spine, though not the unpleasant kind. The word just felt so powerful and heavy. ‘Thick’. For whatever reason it just stuck to D.Va’s mind, unable to let go. And while she thought about this word, she’d unwittingly started to rub Tracer’s large belly.

“It’s pretty impressive, no?” Tracer asked with a smile. “I’ve been trying to make it bigger, but Emily says I shouldn’t let it get too big.”

However, D.Va didn’t react to a single thing Tracer said, her mind was much too focused on admiring Tracer’s tremendous gut. She kneaded it carefully with her hand, inspecting it closely almost as if she wasn’t sure it was real. How had Tracer gotten such a massive belly in just a few weeks? And why did it feel so soft and smushy. D.Va just wanted to squeeze and grab it all day.

“But honestly, I’m more worried about you D.Va” Tracer continued. “You’re so skinny! Are you sure you’ve been eating enough?”

Tracer extended her arm towards one of the pizza boxes on her bed and pulled out a slice. “Here, have some pizza.” She put it up to D.Va’s face, finally breaking D.Va from her sudden trance.

The cautionary side of D.Va’s told her not to take a bite. However, her brain was much to dull and dazed at the moment to respond, so Tracer quickly shoved the food into her mouth. And D.Va couldn’t do anything but receive the it. She began chewing the food in her mouth, slowly at first because of her confused state, but as the delicious taste spread throughout her mouth, any thoughts of resistance died out, and D.Va happily gave into the taste of the food she was eating.

“That’s my boy~” Tracer sang happily, bringing the dazzled D.Va closer to him.

He placed her back against his big belly, holding the pizza before her as he hummed a soft melody into her ear. D.Va merely relaxed onto Tracer with a dumb happy expression. She chewed her food excitedly, the sweet taste of pizza flooding her mind, only stopping to swallow and take another bite of the slice Tracer was holding. The taste of pizza was so good, and her surroundings felt so cozy too, D.Va couldn’t help but let all her worries melt away.

Slice after slice, D.Va kept eating more and more pizza, until it finally started to have an effect on her body. A little bump appeared on D.Va’s belly, just a little bit of extra flab that usually wouldn’t be of much concern to anyone. But as D.Va continued consuming more, the bump slowly grew. It expanded in every direction, stretching her jumpsuit as it steadily increased in mass, transforming D.Va’s stomach into a massive bear belly. It wasn’t as large as Tracer’s of course, but it was large enough to put most average men to shame.

A smile crept upon Tracer’s face as he saw this. He put his hand on D.Va’s belly and rubbed it gently, while D.Va continued to eat pizza from Tracer, stuck in a happy dreamland of bliss, completely unaware to the changes in her body. Tracer loved it, he could feel his dick grow erect as D.Va’s body continued to morph. Yes, everything was going swimmingly.

D.Va’s breasts then began to jiggle and shake. Slowly, the voluminous orbs deflated bit by bit, their skin pulling closer to D.Va’s body. Their round plump shape was replaced by a rugged square one. Their characteristic softness turned into stiff toughness. Her nipples became less sensitive and smaller in size, as her breasts morphed into solid hardened pecs.

The change continued on with her arms. The skinny dainty extremities bulked up in size considerably, getting filled with both muscle and fat. They became large and hefty, but also quite strong. A change which soon also spread onto her legs, going from feeble little sticks to weighty lean slabs of meat. Though they wouldn’t qualify as fit, they were powerful enough to carry a heavy load. And even her hands and feet weren’t spared, for they turned into large imposing appendages that fit well with her new structure.

Soon, hair began sprouting throughout D.Va’s new body. Her legs and arm grew a light coat of it, and armpits became forested with new strands of the stuff. But the worst occurred on her crotch, which became inundated with hundreds of little hairs, running all around her vagina. Sweat and grease began to pour from her pores, which combined with the newfound hair made her stench quite unpleasant. This also transformed her skin from soft and spotless, to rough and coarse.

Finally, D.Va’s whole body began shrinking. Her head, her arms, her legs, everything except her stomach, began shrinking in size. She lost inch after inch of height, pound after pound of weight, until she was no longer the same size as Tracer. No, now Tracer towered over the small D.Va, both in weight in height, being at least a head taller than D.Va, maybe even more.

As D.Va finished eating her final slice of pizza, Tracer looked down at the girl with pride. The bulging body, stretching out D.Va’s tight jumpsuit. The large protruding belly of fat and muscle accompanied by hardened pecs. The bulking arms and legs that were both fat and strong… It was one of the most beautiful bodies Tracer had ever seen, something that could only exist in his imagination.

“Son! Your clothes are so tight now.” Tracer said with feigned surprise. “Why don’t we go ahead and take the off?”

Son? D.Va’s head twirled about in confusion. She wasn’t Tracer’s son… And more than that she wasn’t… a boy? However, even with her inner doubts, D.Va did nothing to stop Tracer from slowly stripping away her clothes, until the two of them were bare naked on the bed. His touch was just so commanding and warm… D.Va enjoyed just being close to him.

Tracer carefully guided his hand down D.Va’s body, from her hardened pecs, through her stuffy belly, until it reached D.Va’s moistened cooch. D.Va’s body bolted upwards, some last warning alarms going off in her head, trying to warn her that something was wrong. But Tracer was too far in, he wasn’t going to fail now.

“Now, now D.Va” He comforted her softly. “Just let Papa take care of you…”

What? That wasn’t right, Tracer wasn’t D.Va’s father. Her father was an asshole who treated her horribly, nothing like Tracer. In fact, Tracer would probably make a much better father. The idea actually kind made her heart flutter. Tracer was so nice and soft, he always treated her with kindness and warmth. Maybe… Maybe it’d be better if he was her father.

In the meantime, Tracer began using his greasy chunky hand to massage D.Va’s womanhood. He slipped a finger or two into her entrance with gentleness, but the main focus of his attention was on D.Va’s clit. He twirled it around with his finger, pulling and pushing it without any compassion. He continued to assault the little nub until it began throbbing fiercely, growing a bright red as it pulsated madly.

A loud pleasured moan escaped through D.Va’s mouth. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, pure lust coursing through her veins. But there was more than that. There, on her crotch, was a burning sensation, an indescribable feeling she’d never experienced before. D.Va turned down towards her crotch and saw it. Within Tracer’s tight fat grip, was D.Va’s clit, though much larger than normal. Not only was it large though, it was actively growing. D.Va could feel it lengthen and thicken around Tracer’s fingers with every passing second.

And God, did it feel amazing. Her clit was so sensitive at this moment, sending thousands of waves of pleasure into her brain with a single touch. Add to that the way Tracer’s squeezed it with meaty greasy fingers, and D.Va felt like she was in heaven. Groan after groan of pleasure kept leaving from her mouth, as her clit continued to grow while it was massaged by Tracer’s hulking hands.

Then, a little stretch of skin began to extend from the base of D.Va’s crotch onto her clit. Tracer watched with a wide grin as her skin continued to grow and expand, covering more and more of D.Va’s enlarged clit until only the tip was left uncovered. But the tip wasn’t spared from the changes, for it began to morph into a more rounded conical shape. A vertical slit grew on the it, finalizing the change of D.Va’s clit into that of a male penis.

Tracer licked his lips as he admired the 8-inch pole. Without pause, he began to pump it up and down with his hand. She was so close to being done… Tracer just absolutely couldn’t wait to finish D.Va’s transformation.

“Mmmmm~ Don’t you love how good your papa makes you feel?” Tracer softly cooed into her ear, jacking off D.Va’s new penis.

Papa… A word that used to bring D.Va some much dread… Now that it was being whispered by Tracer it only filled D.Va with warmth. But… Why did it bring her dread anyways? Tracer had always been an amazing father to her, always making sure she was happy and bringing her pleasure. Of course, hearing the word made her feel warm, it reminded her of her favorite person in the whole wide world!

The warmth that came from Tracer’s big body, the happiness that being with her papa gave her, and the pleasure she was experiencing coming from her clit, all these sensations assaulted D.Va’s minds steadily. With moans escaping from her mouth constantly, drool and tears rolling down her face, and a happy dumb expression, D.Va’s brain could do nothing more but take all the pleasure it was receiving, slowly overloading as more and more came in.

Soon her dick began throbbing, pussy quivering lightly as it spouted vaginal juices. This was it, D.Va couldn’t take much any more than this. She was at her limit, Tracer continued to pump her dick fervently as a sudden pressure pressed against her pussy, slowly pushing and pushing until…

With a loud pop, a whole ballsack popped out of D.Va’s squirming snatch, complete with two full testicles inside. D.Va yelped loudly as she experienced her last female orgasm, for her entire hole was replaced by this new set of balls. Heavy pants left her mouth, relaxing against Tracer’s body as she basked in the overglow of her orgasm. Meanwhile, Tracer looked upon his new creation with pride. This beautiful new D.Va was now one hundred percent male, the only trace of her previous gender being her face.

“So D.Va… Did it feel good?” Tracer asked sweetly.

“Y-Yes! That was amazing.” D.Va answered in-between pants. “I didn’t know my penis could feel so good.”

“Well, since papa went through all this work to make you feel good… Don’t you think it’s time to return the favor?” Tracer’s dick poked against D.Va’s back, fully erect and rearing to go.

A large blush came upon D.Va’s face. “Y-Yes father…”

D.Va slowly stood up and presented his butthole to Tracer. He felt a little bit embarrassed about it, but he also felt extremely aroused, for his own penis was very hard. D.Va just kind of enjoyed the idea of making his father feel good. Mostly because he felt it necessary to pay back all his kindness, but also because just seeing the big fat guy happy made him happy. Tracer was so jolly and nice that D.Va just loved trying to make him happy.

Inching closer to Tracer, D.Va began to lower himself onto Tracer’s lap. He carefully aimed his entrance towards Tracer’s cock, slowly moving it downwards until the rim of his ass met with the tip of Tracer’s dick. D.Va panted heavily. Tracer’s massive python was so large, that it felt a bit intimidating to take in. But more than just intimidated, D.Va felt excited to take in the huge cock. His asshole twitched, penis quivering, he was ready to have his father penetrate him with his large tool.

Now ready to get filled, D.Va began pressing against Tracer’s dick. He pushed himself down more and more, slowly but steadily grinding his body until… POP! With a loud wet smack, D.Va managed to get all of Tracer’s dickhead inside him. The boy moaned loudly in pleasure, feeling the large member begin to enter him, but he wasn’t done. D.Va continued to push his body further and further down, taking in more and more of Tracer’s dick until he was stopped by Tracer’s fat legs, which were so thick they wouldn’t allow him to push himself all the way to the base of Tracer’s cock.

Loud groans of pleasure escaped through D.Va’s mouth as he relaxed on top Tracer’s lap. Most of his whole father’s dong was nestled tightly inside him, and it couldn’t feel any better. D.Va just loved the feeling of having such a massive member in his ass, he could feel Tracer’s loving warmth emanating through it. It was as if he was in heaven, but it wasn’t enough for D.Va, which meant it wasn’t enough for D.Va’s papa.

Determined to make Tracer feel super good, D.Va began lifting his body up and down, grinding up the inner walls of his asshole against Tracer’s massive pole. He grunted and groaned as he worked, putting it as much effort as possible in order to bring pleasure to both himself and his father through his slow and methodical humping.

On his end, Tracer was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of D.Va’s ass squeezing on his dick. D.Va’s boyhole was so much tighter and warmer than Emily’s, it had to be the best thing Tracer had ever had the pleasure of penetrating. The special hole made just for him... But more than that, Tracer enjoyed seeing the amount of effort D.Va was putting to make him feel good. It was clear the boy was working his hardest, his dedication to Tracer very transparent, and that was enough to make Tracer’s penis quiver in delight.

Before long, D.Va’s motions began picking up in speed, becoming faster and stronger as they went on. His groans increased in frequency and intensity, as the noise of loud slapping filled the room There was just this ever-increasing feeling of lust invading his system. The more he pumped his hips, the better it felt, and D.Va wanted to feel good. D.Va’s tongue escaped from his mouth, flopping about against his lips as he continued to hump fervently.

A smile came upon Tracer’s face as he saw this. He began breathing heavily as he felt himself begin to get riled up as well. “Hmmmm~ You like how good papa’s dick feels, don’t you D.Va?” Tracer whispered seductively, pressing his cheek against D.Va’s.

“MMMMMmmmm~ Yes!” D.Va called out. “Your big dick… Feels amazing Tracer!”

“D.Va…” Tracer said, rubbing D.Va’s cheeks with his own. “Haven’t I told you to call me papa?”

D.Va’s dick quivered. “Papa!!” He yelled out in bliss. “Your cock feels so good, Papa!!!~~~”

That’s right. This was his papa’s huge cock he was fucking right now. He was pumping his ass so tirelessly to make him feel good. And that’s all that D.Va ever wanted to do in this world. He wanted to make his papa feel good. That was his mission. If his papa felt good, he felt good. And that pleasure from making his papa feel good and from his papa’s penis was assailing his mind with such intensity… It was all for his papa~~~

“Papa!” D.Va yelled out in excitement, turning to face Tracer. “Kiss me~”

Tracer didn’t need to be told twice. He lunged his face towards D.Va’s and the two began meshing lips together. Their tongues lashed out at each other, sticky wet saliva slopping each of their faces as they shared an intimate kiss, while D.Va continued humping Tracer’s cock.

By this point, Tracer was as riled up as D.Va. Seeing him hump with such determination, yelp out in pleasure, and even call for Tracer was the most exciting thing he’d ever experienced. Add to that the amazing feeling of D.Va’s asshole, and Tracer’s arousal levels were through the roof. Tracer’s penis twitched, her balls ready to blow. He was so close to finishing, but Tracer wanted it to never end. He gripped D.Va’s chest with his left hand tightly, trying to hang on before the finale.

Reaching his limit, D.Va finally parted his lips from Tracer’s, strands of saliva dropping from each of their mouths. “Daddy!!” He sang out in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum~~”

“Me too son…” Tracer grunted. “I’m so… Close”

D.Va licked his lips hungrily. “Daddy! I want it inside me. I want you to fill me up with your baby batter~~~”

This was it, Tracer was at his limit. He couldn’t hold on for much longer, but before he came he wanted to see his son spewing his first load of cum. Thus, he took his left hand and grabbed hold of D.Va’s ballsack tightly, giving it a hearty squeeze. D.Va’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his tongue spasmed out of his mouth. It was all too much, the mixture of the pleasure, pain, warmth, love… D.Va’s senses were completely overwhelmed, and he couldn’t take any more. His dick began sputtering thick lines of cum, covering himself and the bed with hot sperm.

Seeing this was enough to send Tracer over the edge, and he began to moan loudly. With a look of bliss on his face, Tracer pumped gallon after gallon of cum into D.Va’s ass. His dick quivered madly, continuously inundating D.Va’s cavern with so much seed that it began leaking onto the bed.

A happy sigh left Tracer’s mouth, as he relaxed onto the bed, letting the overglow of orgasm wash over him. He rubbed D.Va’s belly gently, happy to feel his boy’s warmth as the two stuck close together. D.Va for his part, had passed out from the flurry of sensations that attacked his mind, and was quietly resting atop of Tracer’s belly, his father’s dick still nestled inside him.

“Oh my, now that was quite the show.” Emily commented, stepping forward from the corner of the room. He rubbed the large bulge that protruded from his pants. “So, did you enjoy your new pet?”

Tracer gave him a little pout. “Emily! I told you he’s not my pet.” Tracer hugged D.Va tightly. “He’s our son.”

Emily giggled heartily. “Right. Well, did you enjoy your ‘son’?”

“Oh yes!” Tracer exclaimed with glee. “He’s everything I could have dreamed of. He’s strong, obedient, caring, and most importantly… So chubby~” He said, lovingly rubbing the sleeping D.Va’s belly.

“Well, that’s good.” Emily replied. “I’ve been wanting to get you someone to keep you company while I’m at work.”

“Yeah, thank you so much Emily! I absolutely love him.” Tracer beamed happily. “Honestly, why didn’t you tell me about this transformation stuff before? It’s so amazing!”

“Oh baby, you wouldn’t even know the half of it.” Emily replied with a smirk. “Anyways, now that I got you a new son, how about a reward for your dainty little wife?” Emily asked, as he unbuckled his pants.

Tracer gave a devious smile. “Of course~”

Emily walked through the halls of his apartment building, heading home after a day of hard work. He’d just started his new job as the head chef of the restaurant with the transformative pizzas, which was quite tiring, especially with his new body. But unlimited access to that pizza made it totally worth it. And more importantly, now that his day was done, he got to relax with his favorite duo of fat men.

He arrived at his apartment’s door and slowly opened it, walking inside with a sigh. As usual, the living room was empty, virtually untouched by anyone else, for no one else but him normally used it. He left his coat on the coat hanger and began walking deeper inside, heading towards the bedroom. Nearing his room, Emily could hear loud voices and sounds resonating through the closed door. A smile crept up on his face. He slowly opened the door to his bedroom, and…

“Dad! Stop moving like that!” Yelped out D.Va. “You’re gonna make me lose.”

Inside the very messy bedroom, sat both Tracer and D.Va, focusing intently on a videogame they were playing on the TV. Tracer sat comfortably on the bed, a wide smile on his face, but D.Va sat on Tracer’s lap with Tracer’s dick shoved deep inside of his ass. The two were so focused on their game that they didn’t notice Emily come in.

“Like, this?” Tracer shook his hips erratically, making D.Va moan out loudly.

“Yes, like that!” D.Va complained angrily, a heavy blush on his face. Though it seems his body wasn’t complaining, cause his dick was plainly erect and aroused at the moment.

“Oh, man! I lost again!” D.Va pouted, throwing the controller to the floor, which was met by laughter from Tracer.

Emily smiled at the scene. At first, he wasn’t sold on this whole ‘son’ thing. But after seeing their cute interactions like this, it truly felt like they had formed a family. Honestly, it kinda made Emily very happy. He’d always wanted a deeper relationship with Tracer, and this whole family thing really made it fulfilling. He continued walking into the room, his penis bulging against his pants in excitement.

“Hmmm~ How are my two favorite boys doing today?” Emily sang out in glee.

“Mom!” “Emily” The two boys responded in kind.

“We were just playing a game.” D.Va explained.

“Whoever wins, gets to fuck the loser in the ass. And I’ve been winning all day.” Tracer added lustily, as he rubbed D.Va’s nipples.

“Yeah, for whatever reason Dad is super good at videogames.” D.Va complained with feign annoyance. Though in reality, he was thoroughly enjoying the way Tracer touched him.

“Is that so?” Emily asked playfully. “That’s weird, cause you’re also very good at videogames Hana! Could it be you’re intentionally losing to make your father happy?”

D.Va looked down at the ground in embarrassment. Of course mom would be the one to figure it out. Emily giggled out happily. “Oh, you’re such a good boy, Hana.” He said lovingly as he patted D.Va’s hair.

“Now, momma’s had a rough day at work…” Emily said, as he unbuckled his pants. “Won’t you do ‘her’ a little favor while you take care of your dad?”

With that, Emily’s penis flopped out of his underwear, completely erect and aroused. D.Va licked his lips in admiration. “Yes, mother.” He dutifully replied, and he began using his tongue to suck up his mother’s erect cock, all while Tracer pumped his dick in and out of D.Va’s ass

Emily looked down at her two boys with pride. This really was a happy family.

Now here’s a little thing I wrote as a sequel to Unhealthy Side Effects of Pizza. I liked bot19999‘s picture so much, that we collaborated to bring around a second version, which you can find here. This one ended up being pretty long lol. One of the longest I’ve ever written in fact, but I’m happy the way it ended up. With summer wrapping up, this will probably be the last thing I write in a while, so I hope you enjoyed it! Cheers

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