#I’m gonna be a sobbing mess when he plays this at my show

[nicoscheer]

[poppy-metal]

poppyyyyy i’m gonna cry not the thing i sent you being turned into an au and i have no more ideas for it 😭😭 this is hell. all i have to offer is this ( https://pin.it/4XElozLiD ) is nepo brats wedding dress in my head and it was one of those ones that’s shot by vogue and like sponsored by harry winston and they have a breakfast at tiffany’s themed rehearsal dinner like just a massive networking event essentially that she only agreed to bc she REALLY wanted artashi to see and react and bust down her door to beg for her back. also love the idea of a shitty marriage, i imagine it’s like when blair got married in gossip girl and she thought everything was perfect (on the outside at least) and then when they had their first dance he essentially was like “play your fucking part and this will be so much easier for you” and she was like oooooh shit what did i do 😐 called tashi in tears and she charters her a plane and lets her stay at their penthouse for a few days…..i wanna sit on their couch in a big gown with tears streaming down my face and have them take care of me even tho they’re pissed :( doesn’t mean they wanna see me hurt this badly :( need to try to apologize through sobs and have art say we’ll talk about this in the morning as tashi brushes hair off my forehead and pauses like she’s gonna kiss it :(

OR you could have her freeze up after he pops her little perfect marriage delusion and have her go along with it for months, maybe there’s a fan account that follows your every move that tashi checks daily on a burner. she notices the dwindling amount of times you’re seen with friends, essentially the only time you’re seen now is with that man by your side. over the months your personality snuffs out entirely, looking to him before you speak, smiling along to whatever he says. people make jokes about how your PR team finally broke you. one day art is standing in the corner of their living room, face twisted up, doesn’t look up when tashi makes an inquisitive sound. walks over to her and turns his phone around to show her a photo of you walking hand in hand with your husband into a restaurant, faint bruises up your arm, hair covering your eye intentionally. she stares at the phone with no reaction. finishes getting ready to go, says she forgot something as they get in their car and runs upstairs and barely makes it to the bathroom before she throws up. you’ve changed assistants by now but she finds their information within the hour, loosely threatens them with telling her where you’ll be for the rest of the day, rolls her eyes hard when she hears a “they” instead of “you”. doesn’t change anything she has planned. she makes a call to her legal team after hanging up with your assistant because there’s no way your husband will let you out of this without a fight, one that she’s prepared to hold your hand through the entire way. she shoots her husband a text and lets him know to get the guest bedroom ready.

AUR.

i think..... both can happen. you run to tashi as soon as the wedding is over - still in your dress, though its ripped in places - show up on her doorstep because you know the code to the gate - shivering in the cold and when the door opens tashi is looks so soft. like she'd just gotten ready for bed. hair a little damp and curling at the ends. a pale peach robe tied around her waist. she's beautiful.

she doesn't look happy to see you. "what are you doing here?" said so coldly. like you're not welcome. and why would you be? its so different to face her anger through miles and miles of distance. all you've wanted for months was for her to just - notice you. give you attention. you'd even say sorry, take the blame, take every word back, if she'd asked. but she's looking at you like you're an annoying reporter. a nuisance shown up at her door.

you break down in tears. full body sobs that have you kneeling at her door, at her feet, head in your hands as you shake with all your bottled up emotions. "i messed up." you choke - "i - i - i - its all wrong - tashi - "

you can't speak through your tears, heaving through wet flem in your throat. she'd have every right to toss you out. you wondered how pitiful you looked right now, crumpled like this. still in your wedding dress. your new husband probably buried in some other woman for the night. he wouldn't miss you. you didn't want to go to your new home with him.

you feel warmth at your elbows. tashi's hands, cupping you. "come on." her tone isn't warm, but its lost its chill. she tugs you up. "come in - you'll get fucking pneumonia out here."

she brings you in - one hand at the small of your back to guide you. you sniffle. look around. her home still looks the same. familiar. you're brought to their big expansive kitchen - where art had been scrolling through his phone in sweats and a simple cotton shirt - finishing off a bowl of fruit - when you come into view his fork pauses in the bowl. his expression is completely unreadable. but its not very welcoming.

he looks at tashi, dismissing you. you try not to flinch.

"what's this about?"

tashi leaves you at the kitchen island to open the fridge. she fishes out a bottle of water and brings it over to you. "drink this." she tells you. to art she simply shrugs. "dont know." and she looks at you. "what's this about?"

you struggle to open the bottle. your hands trembling. after a few failed attempts art rolls his eyes, yanks the water from you and opens it with one twist of his wrist around the cap. quick and easy. he slides it back over to you and looks at you blankly.

under both their stares you feel the weight of all the months between you. all the shit you talked about them on social media. the things you'd said.... your bottom lip wobbles. eyes filling with tears. "im sorry." you say, softly. you cant think of what else to say. "im - im sorry for coming - i- ill go."

tashi reaches out. you're startled by how strong her grip is on your arm. her nails almost dig into your flesh. you welcome the sting. a show of emotion. even if its anger. her claws coming out.

"no." she snaps. "you dont get to show up here after the shitshow you've made of this year - in your fucking wedding dress - sniveling like some sort of damsel at our home and then just leave." she points to a stool. "sit. explain why you came."

her tone leaves no room for argument. you find your ass in the stool before you even realize you'd made the conscious decision to move there. like a doll on her strings. it'd always been easy to take her orders.

you try to explain but you're pitiful at it. you keep crying when you bring up your husband - the way he'd treated you. how trapped you feel. how you came here because - despite everything, this was your safe space - you'd never seen it any differently. and you knew, no matter what, tashi would answer the door when she saw it was you on the other side.

they're quiet after that. art works his jaw like hes rolling thoughts around in his head, but his distrust is obvious. you know if he'd been the one to see you at the door, he'd have never answered. that knowledge hurts deeply - to know he's completely detached himself from you. that you'd lost him. his care and his love.

you wondered if you'd be thrown out regardless but tashi rubs at her temple. suddenly looking very worn out and tired. "this is a fucking mess." she says and your stomach twists. you were always complicating things for them. being a burden. she drops her hand. looks down at you like you're a puzzle with a few pieces missing.

you guys are the missing piece, you think.

"you can stay the night." she finally settles on, shares a look with art who looks like he wants to say something about that but she silences him. "we'll talk more about this in the morning. you need..... you need to get out of that god awful dress. and too sleep."

art watches tashi guide you to their guest room with a frown. he doesn't like this. tashi is such a strong front on the outside, but she was alot more vulnerable than people realized. and you'd really hurt her. you'd hurt both of them, but arts feelings..... they didn't matter here. at least, not to him. he could shove down the heartbreak and the anger and the betrayal and everything else he felt about you to make room for the world of hurt tashi was going through. he had to be strong for her. and you being here - showing back up - pouring salt in an open wound - god. you were such a selfish fucking brat. always had been. he used to find it endearing. now he just wanted to throttle you.

in the guest room - tashi helps you out of the dress. her knuckles skim down your spine when she unzips you. kneeling down to help you out of your heels. you hiss when she turns your foot - assessing the blisters. "jesus." she huffs. stands and gets you some of her things to wear. a soft tank top and some shorts. arts boxers, actually. you flush when you put them on, under tashi's watchful gaze. she points to the bed when you're done, a silent command.

you sink down onto the comforter. bite your lip when she comes back into the room with a jar of ointment for your feet. "here -" she sits next to you, and a waft of her scent hits your nose. sophisticated and clean. she props your foot on her lap as she gently rubs the cream into the abused skin. you swallow, as you watch her. this gentleness. you'd missed it.

all your life you'd been 'taken care of' but only in the most clinical of ways. you had all the money you could want, maids to pamper you if you wanted, but it was nothing compared to being...... treated like a human. being cared for by someone who actually cares about you intimately.

"stop doing that." tashi says. she doesn't look up from her work.

"doing what?"

"looking at me like that." she tells you. she finishes and cups the lid back on the jar, and she looks at you. brown eyes.... sad. "we're not - " she breathes. shakes her head. "you can't look at me like that."

you scoot closer to her on the bed. she doesn't move away. "its the way I've always looked at you." you tell her.

she glances at you. glances down where your - her - shirt has slipped off your shoulder and its bare. so close to her mouth. she'd pressed alot of kisses there. left alot of marks.

"things have changed." she tells you. "you know that - you're responsible for it."

you place a hand on her thigh, just under her robe. lean in. "i know and im sorry." you slip to the floor then, on your knees before her. "i didn't mean any of it." you tell her, looking up at her. "i miss you, tashi. i miss art. i miss - us. i - i want you back."

tashi looks down at you. her hand comes out and she catches a strand of your hair between her fingers. rubs it. "you're married."

"I'll leave him."

her eyebrows jump. "you've been a very bad girl to me and my husband."

the way she says it.... bad girl. familiar warmth pools between your legs.

"i know." you whisper. "and im sorry." you lean more forward, and her legs slide open - her robe inching up her thighs. she watches you. heat in her eyes. she still wants you. yes. "let me make it up to you - to you both - i will - you know i can."

she studies you for some time. then she parts her legs wider. "show me, then. show me how sorry you are."

you dont have to be told twice - ducking your head down - diving between her soft thighs - you moan when you discover she's not wearing any panties. your mouth finding her pussy already wet and slick.

more wet than usual - but when you pull back - her hand comes down - tangles in your hair to keep you pressed against her bare cunt. you look up and meet her eyes as you allow your tongue to investigate - "that's it." she purrs. "you know what to do with that tongue -"

you gasp when you part her folds - a warm flood of salty fluid pouring into your mouth. a zap goes through your body at the realization.

arts cum.

she sees you realize it and bites her bottom lip. rocks herself into your face. "he's been so pent up lately." she tells you, hooks one of her long legs over your shoulder. "and its your fault - so -"

her nails dig into your scalp - "clean it up."

you do. whimpering into her pussy as you tongue the remaints of her husbands cum, scooping it into your mouth and swallowing greedily. you missed his taste so much. you wish he was here, pushing you into her pussy. slipping a hand down your shorts to pet through your wet slit. he'd make you eat every last drop before he sank a finger inside.

when everything is gone, tashi adjusts her grip. using you now. rubbing her clit against your nose and working her hips against your mouth exactly how she likes it. "fuck." she pants. she looks down at you and both her hands cup your cheeks. her thumbs rub into the skin. "pretty girl -" she breathes, and you whine, "this is what - fuck - what your mouth should be doing - instead of running off online -"

her grip turns vicious - her movements more forceful. properly fucking your face with her pussy. you just lay your tongue out and take it.

"you're such a goddamm brat." she hisses and her clit pulses as she starts to cum. "but - god, i missed you. yes -"

you lap up everything she gives you. eagerly. her hands carding through your hair as she comes down. she sits up, detaching your lips from between her legs and you look at eachother, lost in a moment together.

her fingers trace your wet mouth. and you part your lips for her instantly. looking up at her like shes a goddess - because she is. she strokes across your tongue with her fingers. your eyes flutter as you start to suck around the digits. mouth blessedly full. you bob your head up and down them, taking her past the knuckle.

your teeth catch on her wedding band and her breath hitches when you swirl your tongue around it. her mouth parted in wonder - like she cant believe you're really here again.

this is where you should be. always. at either her or arts feet. taking some part of them inside you. its what you're meant for. not money and wealth and jewelry but this. this, this, this.

tashi pulls her fingers back suddenly. her ring clicks against the back of your teeth.

her face shudders. closes off.

"that -" she licks her lips. "that shouldn't have happened." she stands, and you fall back on your ass. look up at her dumbfounded.

"tashi -"

"a mistake." she retightens the sash around her waist. rubs a hand down her face. looks down at you. winces. "don't cry."

but how can you not?

"but we just.... you said -"

"do you really think head is enough of an apology?" she tells you, and that tone is back. the cold one. she crosses her arms. "god, you've dragged my name through the mud. the damage you've done to arts career - we had to take a break, did you know that? he missed matches that could have changed his life. all of that, on hold, because you decided to throw a tantrum because what -" she laughs. "- you couldn't handle a break up? grow up."

she shakes her head. lips pressed tightly together. she cant look at you. if she sees your watery eyes she'll fold again. take you into her arms and forgert the past year entirely. fall back into bed with you and make you cum over and over until you were nothing but the shaking mess she missed seeing. god, she'd just cheated on art. fantastic.

"I'll help you get a divorce if thats what you want." she tells you, already walking away. "but after that? we're done. for good, this time."

the click of the door sounds like a bullet in your ears. you stay kneeled on the floor for a long, long time.

and the next morning - when tashi goes to wake you up. she finds the room empty but a note left on the bed. she almost doesn't want to read it. art is in the kitchen - making breakfast for four. because as mad as he pretends to be for her sake, he still thinks about you. cares about you. misses you as much as she does. it'll break him to learn about what she'd let happen - but only because he didn't get a chance to feel you one last time himself.

tashi was really the selfish one.

she picked up the note. read it.

i want you to know meeting you in that coffee shop was the best thing to ever happen to me. I'm a spoiled rotten brat, i know. but you taught me to be more. you let me into your life. gave me another person to love in art, and you both took care of me and treated me better than i deserved. im truly sorry for how things ended. and im sorry for how i acted after. i was hurt. i thought you didn't care about me. that maybe you never did. and i lashed out. im sorry. im taking back all my statements in an interview next week. i hope it can restore some of the damage I've done to you and art. you're two of the most wonderful people I've ever met. and im lucky to have fallen in love with both of you. im not divorcing my husband. i think maybe i can try to make it work. you dont need to worry about me, either of you, you've done enough of that. I'll be fine. love - your tinkerbell.

the note flutters to the ground limply. art calls that breakfast is ready.

tashi isn't hungry.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

not old enough (not old enough ch.1)

pairing: leon kennedy/reader

cw: smut, age gap (reader is 18), vendetta!leon?, alcohol, semi-public sex, possibly dubcon bc both leon and reader are intoxicated

summary: you and leon meet at an unnamed bar, but you're too young to be there (because this is the US in my limited imagination). 18 may be too young for you to legally drink, but you can legally hookup with dilfs. 

word count: 2k

ao3 link

You were sitting on a barstool, drinking a whiskey sour, and making conversation with a man in his mid-30s, you’d guess, who was relatively attractive minus the slur of his words and dark circles around his eyes. He looked like more of a mess than you would by the end of the night. You went out that night with a few friends, wearing minimal clothing, hoping to attract the attention of men. One friend was getting over a breakup and the other was past due on this month's rent, so none of you were opposed to older men. Forgetting younger boys and getting cash weren’t your motives that night, though, you were just being supportive, so when your friends ditched you to leave with a man you thought was too sleazy to go home with, you were stuck at the counter of the bar with a slightly-less sleazy looking man, who said his name was Leon. 

You couldn’t remember how the conversation came to this, but you showed him your ID. Maybe he wanted to verify your name or see the stupid picture they took of you at the DMV, but you’d had quite a lot of alcohol in you at that point, and if you had to retell the story, this was where it all began. 

You hoped he wouldn’t notice the birthdate on it, which made you a little too young to be where you were. He’s wasted, you thought, he’ll never know. But, maybe it was his former-cop instincts, which you knew nothing about yet, that led him to notice the one critical detail on your license, the one that could get you in big trouble - your birth year, which would only make you 18, not 21. 

He was about to announce it, when you dragged him away from the bar. “Don’t say anything,” you tried to sound tough, as if he couldn’t kill you in one punch. 

He laughed at your feeble attempts to intimidate him, and said, “I’m not just gonna let you sit here and continue to get drunk. It’s dangerous for a young woman like yourself.”

It came out more flirtatious than he’d expected or intended, but you fired back with, “Please, I don’t wanna get in trouble. What can I do to get you not to tell, Mr…” You realized you didn’t know his last name.

“Kennedy. Leon Kennedy.”

“Please, Mr. Kennedy.”

“No, I don’t want you drinking anymore.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re a liar.” Leon waved the ID he was still holding, up in the air, too high for you to get it back. You jumped up, helplessly, looking like an idiot. 

“I can’t get arrested, please. I’ll lose my scholarship and I won’t have money to go to school anymore.” You started spewing off any sob story you could think of in an effort to convince him. 

“Fine, but I’m calling you a cab and you’re done for the night.” Leon tossed you back your ID.

“Can I just finish this one?” You gave him your cutest pouty face. 

He groaned in exasperation. “Fine. Come sit down, then. Don’t want you falling over in those heels.”

You were a bit unbalanced, but it wasn’t the drunkenness, it was the heels. At least, you hoped it was.

Upon realizing there was only one barstool left unclaimed, Leon sat you down on his lap. You turned your head and smiled at him. The face of a winner. He knew he was playing right into your hand, but you were so precious. The combination between his genuine instinct to protect you from some of the men at this bar who could hurt you and the fact that his dick was starting to get hard everytime you shifted in his lap made him decide to stay with you, despite his better judgment. 

You could adjust your sitting position in such a way that your skirt would ride up, giving Leon more than a glimpse of your lace panties. It looked innocuous to the patrons around you, too. It was a sight made only for him. 

Leon tried to subtly pull your skirt back into place, without staring, and inform you about the wardrobe malfunction, but you just held your hands over his, one on each hip, making it even easier for you to grind your ass into him. At this point, Leon knew you were doing this on purpose, but he couldn’t help his natural reaction of physical arousal, which you’d noticed. 

“Do you wanna take this somewhere more private?” You whispered to him.

He wanted to decline, but he also felt uncomfortable being surrounded by all these drunk men at the bar while he was red in the face and rock-hard due to some teenage girl on his lap, so he said, “Okay. Where?”

You led the way to the restrooms in the back of the bar. 

You were 18 years old, and here you were, in the men’s bathroom of a dive bar pressed up against the stall door, hoping the clamor around you would hide the sounds you were making. Leon knew this was wrong. 

You’re way too young for him and doing it in a bar bathroom would normally be below him. He would be disgusted by the whole thing if he’d stopped drinking a few glasses ago and if your skirt wasn’t short enough for him to catch a glimpse of your pink lace thong. He was proud his dick still worked at his age and level of inebriation. The women’s room might’ve been cleaner but you weren’t going to wait in line, not because you cared about the embarrassment of walking in with a man but because you needed him immediately . 

His lips crashed into yours the moment he’d locked the stall door. You had one leg up around his hip, the other high heel on the tile. You held onto him while he kissed you feverishly to keep from swaying and to stop your knees from buckling at the feeling of his lips on your neck. He was sucking on your skin, carelessly, leaving marks while a thumb, wet with saliva pushed your panties to the side to play with your clit. Older men did it better; he could find the most sensitive parts of you without assistance.  

Leon’s breath was hot against your ear whispering “ shut the fuck up ” when you whimpered, feeling his fingers prod at your entrance. Your hands made their way down his body in search of his already throbbing cock. You popped the button on his jeans, yanked his zipper down and he did the rest. He wanted it fast, didn’t want you fumbling around trying to get his dick out. He found his wallet in his back pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping the wrapper with his teeth before sliding it on. Leon wasn’t trying to get anyone pregnant, let alone an 18 year old girl. 

At that point, his fingers were slick with your arousal, so despite his size, he could slip into you without any pain on your end. You still felt the stretch, but it felt good to be filled. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “Wouldn’t be able to get my cock into you if you weren’t soaking wet for me”.

His crude words made you moan, cute little cries, which he covered up with his mouth pressed firmly against yours as he pounded into you. With forceful thrusts, he set an unforgiving pace, rattling the door hinges. Anyone who walked in would know exactly what was going on between the two of you. 

And they did. 

Whistles and cheers came from drunken men in the restroom. No one was perverted enough to try to peek through the slats or over the door to watch, but the humiliation was still there. Clearly, you were getting off on it. Leon could feel your pussy clench around him. He couldn’t care less about what other gross men in this bar thought of him, but any disrespect towards you pissed him off. When the word “whore” came out of some asshole’s mouth, Leon took one of his hands from your hip and held it up, sticking his middle finger over the stall.

He knew they were just jealous that he was getting lucky and they weren’t, but you were young and he didn’t want you to feel insecure about the whole thing. A part of him knew you’d probably regret it in the morning, and he was sure he would too, but he figured he shouldn’t add to the degradation

“Don’t listen to them,” he mumbled into your ear, “You’re a good girl.”

You blushed; the praise only made you more aroused. Leon took notice. 

“You’re doin’ so good for me, yeah? Takin’ me so well.”

Your top - if you could even call it that - was still on. Leon decided it shouldn’t be, so he slid the straps down your arms, and as suspected, revealed your bare chest. Just as he thought, you couldn’t fit a bra under that tiny piece of fabric. Leon cupped your breasts, squeezing lightly, then ran his thumbs across each nipple, making you gasp. You began to buck your hips up, trying to get more than he was giving you. He was holding back for your sake. He didn’t want to ruin you more than he already had.

But even with your thighs trembling, you were begging for him “harder” , “deeper”, “faster” , and he’d give you whatever you wanted because he needed to make you come. 

Each deliberate thrust hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside you was working in tandem with the hand he’d moved down to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

The rhythm of Leon’s hips became more erratic, he was teetering on the edge and running on sheer desperation. If he knew one thing it was self-control, and you had to come first, he was going to make you. Looking at your head lolling with nothing behind your eyes as he fucked you dumb was making this the most difficult mission in his life. 

He didn’t have to hold back much longer, though, because with a pornographic moan, which was the only thing covering up the lewd sounds of slapping skin, you came hard. You clung to the fabric of his t-shirt while your inner walls spasmed uncontrollably. 

The sight was enough to make Leon come, working through his orgasm with slow rolls of his hips, his forehead pressed up against the metal door, so you could hear a groan escape his lips followed by heavy breathing. You were practically sobbing, mascara and tears painting your face. 

When Leon looked at you, taken by post-orgasm clarity, he cupped your cheeks and kissed your teary skin - something he wouldn’t normally think of doing in this situation, but you were so precious. He wished there was more he could give you. 

Once you’d assured him you were okay and that the tears were from overstimulation not pain, he insisted on calling you a cab to take you home. He’d remembered that his initial intention that night was to ensure that you didn’t do anything stupid while drunk. He’d already failed that mission, but he made sure you didn’t drink and drive. He called himself a cab as well because at his age, sex made him more tired than it used to. To his surprise, standing outside the bar in the cool spring air, you hugged him goodbye. He tried his hardest to reciprocate the tenderness you were giving him. 

“Goodbye, Mr. Kennedy,” you whispered before getting into the cab.

He smiled and gave you a nod, gazing at your post-sex, glowing face. One he wouldn’t get the chance to wake up next to. Taking you home would’ve been worse though, and he knew that.

The next morning, the hangover hit him with a headache and a fuckton of guilt. There wasn’t a way he could apologize to you, but he sure as hell wanted to. While brushing his teeth, spitting out the aftertaste of last night, he noticed ink on his skin, a number written in permanent marker on his forearm. He didn’t remember you doing this, but your first initial was marked next to the number to confirm his suspicions. It was you.

[hewwokitti]

okay walk with me...rafe cnc with a crybaby reader - moony

sorry for da wait moon moon here you gooo! 🐈🤍🧚🏼‍♀️🎀🐁🫶

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“I don’t WANNA go!” “It’s too HOT!”

“but i NEED THIS bag”

Rafe thought maybe you just needed to wear yourself out, so he took you out for the day because he’s a GOOD BOYFRIEND (as he likes to think) but Jesus the whiny, high pitched voice, the pulling on his arm, the foot stomping. It was all overstimulating for him in this heat

“Get your ass in the car” he says, not even giving you a second to react as he manhandled you into his truck.

Your yapping doesn’t stop in the car. It’s like you don’t get the message the first time.

“My feet hurt!” “The AC is too strong” “Can i play my music?”

Rafe’s grip tightens on the steering wheel as he drives you back to Tannyhill. The first time you realize that maybe you fucked up is when he doesn’t even stick around to open the door for you, simply stomping up to Tannyhill and closing the door. Leaving you to open your own car door (the audacity) and open the front door (the humanity). You skip up to his room after saying a cheery hello to Ward, expecting Rafe to be waiting for you on his bed but the room is seemingly empty. If you actually had bunny ears, they’d be upright and moving around, sensing for movement. And if you actually did you’d be able to hear Rafe before he locks the door and puts you in a head lock,slamming his other hand over your mouth to muffle your squeal.

“I’ve been REAL fucking nice to you today Bun, but your little attitude has got me on my last nerve- hey don’t you fucking fight me right now- i’m gonna show you just how fucking mad you made me, so maybe- so maybe you won’t fucking do it again hmm?”

He lets you go and throws you against the bed

“R-rafe wait- your dad-“

He yanks your hair, “You think i care? You think i fucking care? Shut up if you know what’s good for you”

He tears your panties from under your dress, making you sob.

“oh shut UP ALREADY. I’ll get you new ones” He bends down to spread you open, looking at your tiny hole clench around nothing.

“Rafey I- please it was just so hot and I-“ he shoves your ripped panties into your mouth.

“Talkin bout, “your dad’s downstairs” and here you are crying your ass off. You know what to do if you wanna stop buns, don’t you”

You nod hesitantly.

“Can you show me?” he asks, pulling the skirt of the dress up and rubbing your ass.

You tap his wrist firmly 3 times, His cue to keep going for now.

He teases you at first, putting just the tip in and then pulling out immediately until youre crying, begging around the panty-gag.

He laughs, loving the power, loving the mess you are for him. He shoves himself all the way in, making you squeal and then pulling all the way out. He does it until you’re kicking your feet, you cunt burning from the stretch of him.

He suddenly pounds into you repeatedly, making you squeak and squeal, trying to fight the hold he has on your wrists behind your back. He pushes your face onto the mattress with his other hand, trying to stifle your noises as best he can

You’re crying, full on sobbing at the intrusion even if it is intense, it’s so deliciously and overwhelmingly Rafe.

Rafe grunts animalisticly,your cunt finally gets wet for him, letting him absolutely hammer into you.

He finally lets out growl, filling you up, triggering your own orgasm, coating his cock a creamy white.

He pulls out as you go slack, finally quiet for the first time today. Rafe goes downstairs to get you a washcloth, smirking at the now empty couch where his dad once was.

[igotanidea]

First choice : Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: you don;t know what you have until it's (almost) gone.

A/N: this is lightly based on one particular scene from "little women". If you watched it, you'll know.

Warnings: usual Jason ones - swearing and a bit of angst. Apart from that fluff.

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„Don’t leave with him.”

„I’m sorry?”

“Don’t. Leave. With. him.”

“And why exactly shouldn’t I?” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, putting down the t-shirt she was folding before packing it into the suitcase. She was supposed to leave Gotham. Most probably – for good.

And she was not doing this alone.

She was about to go with Tom, the guy she met a couple months ago at work. At first, there was nothing but friendly feeling between them, but he clearly wanted more. So once he got a promotion and was posted to the branch of the company, he went as far as asking the CEO to second Y/N with him. And that got the girl slowly falling for Tom as well and convinced her to give him a chance. Since then, they have been on a couple dates and shared some innocent kisses but this acquaintance was promising. Finally Y/N found someone who would treat her right, who would give her peace, unlike the bats. Of course she loved all the Waynes , but it was a nervous lifestyle and it was slowly taking toll on her health.  

And that’s how Y/N ended up picking up her clothes, getting ready to take off and leave everyone and everything behind.

Leaving Jason.

“Why Jace?” she repeated scanning his face “Tom likes me and I like him. Maybe we can work things out between us. Shit, I hope we work things out, cause he might be my only chance for getting in a good relationship.”

“That is bullshit!” Jason exclaimed “You know that! That fucker is doing nothing more than encircling you like a prey! You mean nothing to him.”

“How dare you?!” she took a few steps towards him raising hand, almost slapping him across the face but stopping in the last second. “Nah.” Her eyes flashed “that’s what you want, isn’t it? You play your games, you want to mess with my head. Well, it’s not gonna work.”

“You’re gonna die out of boredom with him.  He doesn’t know a single thing about you. For your last birthday he bought you a ticket to the rap show! You hate rap! And one time he took to the restaurant with sea food, which you are allergic to! He’s ordinary! And you know you need thrill! You need night actions! You need working with Babs, with bats, with Red. That’s who you are. ” Before she could move away he grabbed her wrist in an iron clad  grip. “

“Let go of me.” She hissed warningly

“No.”

“I said…. Let. Go. Of. Me.”

“And I said no.” their eyes met and this war of nerves and tensed gazes made them both shiver. It was like a lightning between them. The question was, who was going to give in first. “I can’t do that……” he whispered

“Why?!” she cried out “Why are you trying to destroy my only chance for happiness?!”

“Your …. Only chance? Fuck! Y/N are you serious!?”

“YES! For God’s sake, you do nothing but cause havoc! It’s been like that for our whole life!” she yanked free of his hold and moved a few steps back.

“You deserve someone better!”

“Huh. Really? Someone like you, Jason? Someone who will give my heart attacks every night? Someone who will make me worried and creating scenarios of getting hurt, injured, captured or killed? Someone who will ignore me, cut me out, won’t talk to me, keep me in the dark?”

“Princess.”

“Stop calling me that….” She sobbed and started punching his chest. “Why can’t you just let go?”

“You know why….”

“You are being mean. This is not fair!”

“How am I  being unfair here?!” he shouted “ME? How can you even say that? I’ve spend half of my life loving you and yet, I’ve always been a second choice for you! How do you think that feels?!”

“What…..? But….?” She stuttered but now he was on the roll.

“Let me remind you. You were 20 when the first guy broke your heart and …..”

“You broke my heart first!”

“What…..?” now it was his turn to stutter

“I cried at your funeral, Jason! I mourned you after you got buried! I was in deep depression for months. Don’t you think that leaves a scar?!”

“But I came back. I came back to you!”

“It doesn’t mean anything!  It’s in the past. It’s too late. And don’t say you care, cause you are just acting selfish, as always.”

‘No. No princess. This is not how this Is gonna go. If you need a memory refresher, here we go. When your first boyfriend broke your heart, who was it that hold you, hugged you and did not let go for the whole night you were crying on the couch? Who was there for you? Say it!”

“You were.”

“Yes. And then the next day you were just acting like nothing happened. You run back to him the second he called to apologize. Don’t you think that hurt me?”

“Jace….”

“And every other time when you were broken, scared, worried, shaking in fear or pain who was there for you? Who picked up the pieces? And even then you were always looking up to Dick! My freaking brother! Tell me something, Y/N” he came closer, and she had no way to run, cornered, “why am I always second best for you? Why?”

“Fuck!” she yelled and without any hesitation pushed herself into him locking his lips, letting all the anger, passion and craving for him out. At first he was taken aback, a bit, and the first thought that came to his mind was that he was going to end up alone and played by her again, but the way her body aligned with his, so damn close, so damn perfect got him crumbling. Out of instinct, he took a step forward, trapping her between the wall and his body, grasping her neck and tangling hand in her soft hair, the other gripping her hip pulling her closer. “you were never….” She gasped pulling for air “you were never second….. fuck, Jason.” Y/N fisted his jacket with a mix of anger and frustration.

“Don’t leave with him” he begged caressing her back, desperate to keep her with him, desperate enough to swallow his pride and get on his knees “I don’t want  you to leave. Please Y/N. Stay. Stay with me.” He nudged her nose with his, mouth hanging open, brushing over hers, so damn close,  wanting nothing but to kiss her again, but at the same time unable to.

‘I’m tired of playing games, Jace…..” she whispered closing her eyes.

“This is not a game, you know it….”

“Then say it. Say it to prove it to me.”

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. But I was so scared of this feeling. For so fucking long.”

“And now….?”

“Now I want you. If you’ll take me…’ he couldn’t hide that pleading tone in his voice. He was begging her to want him, to need him.  So desperate to not be tossed away like a used cloth, to not be forgotten and abandoned, not again. He begged her to love him back.

“I will.” Tears started falling down her cheeks. “I…. I will….I love you too, Jace…..” She sobbed and her whole body shook because of that. “But….” She swallowed hard and took a sharp inhale “Promise me you won’t hurt me. Promise me you won’t break my heart. Promise me you’ll love me right and won’t hide things from me….. please….I don’t want to be hurt again…..”

“Oh, baby….” He wrapped his strong arms around her, engulfing her in his warmth, hiding his own tear-stained face in her hair, kissing her head repeatedly. Only now he realized that they were both equally broken, life in Gotham and their past making them so similar. They were both scared of being alone, unloved. Having that belief that all life would offer them was scraps. “I swear. I swear to you……” he struggled to say those words because of the lump in his throat. ”you are my first choice too….” Jason added and her arms tightened around his waist. “will you stay now?”

“Yes….” She pulled back and looked into his eyes, filled with hope, relief, love and care, just like hers. “I’ll deal with tom later, but now… can you just hold me like this more? I need this. I need you.”

“You have me, baby. I’m yours. And don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of the man who wanted to take you away from me…..”

“I seriously hope that’s not a death threat, Red.” She laughed lightly and it was the prettiest sound Jason ever heard.

“Can’t make any promises on that…..”

[shadfanfic]

You shouldn’t have done it papa! 

 Daddy! stucky x little! Reader

Summary: you trusted them but they betrayed you

Warnings:fluff!! At first and the end, mention of needless, mention of reader have to get some stitches, crying, yelling, cursing, reader has Trypanophobia but no one knew, didn’t edit it

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Sorry! It got short but I really like it! Hope u like it too! 🤍

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“that was a good meal huh?” Steve smiled down at you making you nod with big smile,  he start wiping your mouth and cheeks with a wet cloth making you throw your head back

 “Mm p-..papa nu more!" You tried to wiggle away 

“Okay here I’m done” steve said and pick you up and rub your back lovingly 

“Mm where’s daddy?” You put your head over steve shoulder and whisper steve lean so close to your ears and whisper knowing it tickles you when he whisper way too close to your ears

“in his morning run” steve whispered and start nibbling your ears and neck making you laugh super loudly “P-..PAPA!  AH

AHAHAHA-..” you closed your eyes shut and start squirming allot trying so hard to get out of his grip 

“woah woah why you screaming ?” Bucky came to the kitchen panting a bit with a smile on his face, he grabbed a cup start fulling it with water 

“i think winter is arriving and someone is not allowed to walk barefoot anymore” bucky said and you immediately put your head up 

“hey-.. no socks” you said with flushed cheeks cause you laughed allot 

“no talking back trouble” bucky raised eyebrows and squished both of y/n cheeks with one hand and kisses her nose 

“Mm please?” You gave bucky the biggest puppy eyes and he just smiled “then no walking if there’s no socks on these two feets” he smiled bigger when you nod excited that you well not walk!! Only be so close to your daddies in their lap all the time!.. 

After some hours you really regret making a deal with your daddy, it was too much .. the three of you couldn’t play hide and seek It was so boring, 

“stay here y/n! I’m getting us something to drink” bucky said and kissed your cheek hard too annoy u then got up

“Don’t wipe my kisses away” bucky warned playfully and walked away 

“daddy..” you said quietly and giggle when he looked at you “y/n?” He giggled too at your adorable giggles then you wipe his kiss and immediately got up and start running away giggling hard 

“OH YOUR IN A BIG TROUBLE! RUN FASTER” bucky acted angry and start chasing you making you giggle more “oh noho!!” you run faster for the backyard door 

“no! Sweetie!!-.. NOT THE-…!! “ steve wanted to yell but it was too late cause ur yelling took over his

“AHH!!-.. PAPA !!” You start yelling loudly and crying in pain you stepped into something sharp.

“Oh fuck!” Bucky picked you up in bridal style and hold you tightly while walking inside completely ignoring the fact that your bleeding foot is messing the floor 

“it’s inside!? How big it is?” Bucky panicked and steve just sighed shakingly and open his phone too call bruce

“Let’s go buck!” Steve said opening the door for bucky and immediately follow 

“i-..it hurts!! P-..please make it stop!” You were yelling uncontrollably making bucky hold your tighter 

“I know baby i know” bucky said with tears in his eyes cause of your crys 

since they started to be your caregivers they have never see like this, crying with so much panic and pain steve opened Bruce door without even knocking it only to find Bruce more than ready walking towards you three 

“What happened?” Bruce gently picked you up from bucky even tho you tried to fight but couldn’t cause you got dizzy all of the sudden 

“n-..no!” You hit Bruce weakly then

“Shh you gonna be okay” Bruce answered and walked with you in his arms to a bed and that’s when you start to panic

“m-..papa?…papa please i.. i wanna go” you put your hands up too your daddy and he just sighed feeling sad and worried why you were reacting like that?

“We have to wait here sweet girl” he rubbed your stomach trying to calm your sobs “d-..daddy?” You call and bucky immediately showed up “hey there beautiful” bucky smiled sadly at you “daddy p-..pick me up please I promise I’m not gonna walk but please! I wanna go! No needless please” you begged noticing Bruce get close to your feet “don’t touch me!” You looked at Bruce in his eyes really scared 

“Bruce is trying to help you” bucky rub your shoulder and you only looked up at them with teary eyes “J-..just no needles please” you said quietly and tear up more when you feel them hold you down, bucky and steve held you tightly back in the bed “sweetheart i need you to relax okay? I well give you a big reward if you lis-…” Bruce was talking but you immediately cut him off with your loud screams making everyone in shock 

“Bruce! Hurry the fuck up!” Bucky yelled so Bruce can hear him “okay okay..” Bruce started and you felt every single thing while you couldn’t move only screaming scared 

“Please!! LISTEN!-..*sob* I DONT WANNA!” You panicked and start yelling more as loud as you can 

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“Trypanophobia?…” bucky asked shocked and bruce sighed 

“how didn’t we notice?” Steve facepalmed himself and walk too the room you were in but you immediately sat up 

“No!!” You yelled at him and throw a pillow but it barely touched steve and he leaned down to pick it up 

“Leave..nu papa is mean.”you said before another sob came out since you couldn’t control it long time ago

“Let’s talk please?” Steve walked trying to get closer but you just crawled back hitting the wall behind you and it immediately made you tear up 

“sweetie you hurted your head?” He talked quietly and walk closer and open his arms you just stayed where you are crying silently flustered with how your day is going 

“shh it’s all good” steve picked you up from under your arms and hug u tightly, you immediately warp your legs around his waist and hugged him tightly 

“W-..why p..papa why d..did you m-..make him d..do it w-..why” you talked really upset and looked at him 

He rubbed your back feeling so bad and hold you tight “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too upset you okay? But if we didn’t help you know it might have been wayyy worse puppa, i know you were scared and i know you hate needles but we had to do something about it as fast as possible” steve wiped your tears and removed your hair from your face and you listened quietly 

“how about we go get ice cream? While i give you a back ride all the time? Huh? How does that sounds?” Steve smiled at your little shy smile and you just shock your head no “I’m sorry did she just refuse an ice cream?” Bucky came out from nowhere, his eyes were red and nose too he was clearly not liking the fact that you had to face your phobia like that “daddy?” You asked and tilted your head confused why he looks so sad “I’m sorry baby i really am” he rubbed your cheek with a sad smile “daddy i not mad” you bottom lip start shaking when you realise he was crying because of you “oh doll face no more crying everything is okay” bucky took you from steve and hugged you tightly rocking you side to side gently while hushing you 

“Shh relax baby it’s all good now, you cried allot today you must be tired” daddy said and hugged you tightly making your whole body relax and you closed your eyes relaxing more as he continues to rock you until you slept deeply with comfort in your daddy’s arms 

“she slept?” Steve said and smiled down at you “we are so lucky to have such a perfect baby” bucky smiled and kisses your forehead long 

[dozing-marshmallow]

could i maybe request some yandere!chris mclean headcanons if thats alright with you? (bonus points if its with a reader that lowkey fears him)

ps love ur work, you're one of the very small amount of people that write for my man chris

Helloo, and of course it’s alright!! Thank you for the request, I hope these headcanons below are good enough, and aw thank you, I appreciate that! 💗 (Don’t worry, I plan on posting Chris McLean content for a long time ;).) YANDERE!CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS 

Chris didn’t know what to do. He had never cared so much about another living person before.

But here he was, hiring a private investigator to find out everything he could about you.

For someone who was meant to be his personal assistant, you noticed he was way too proud to showcase you to the public and showered you with more gifts than you had received your entire childhood.

Because of this uncontrollable hearts for eyes he had for you, he had an internal conflict pulling him from both sides of his head. Should he use you as a punching bag for laughs or should he reserve your body as its natural state?

Nahh he already had those moronic teenagers to feed his sadism- Alright, but imagine how good it’ll feel to see you cry...and hear your pleads...for him to stop...

Such that human life was too cheap for him.

Don’t worry, Chris isn’t the type of yandere to tie you down in a dark basement whenever he has to leave for extended periods: instead, he was more than happy to still have you on the show, as long as you played along for the cameras. Now that you knew the full truth behind his continuous gift showering and sweeter treatment, hearing him hide the lovesickness in his voice everyday to the others made you nauseous.

Another day of agony led you to his same heavenly bed.

Nothing was as enjoyable as it used to be.

At least the guy was loyal- he gave up on attending parties and social events, unless he arranged his own with you, and was immune to alternative admiration.

That doesn’t mean it got better. Occasionally, Chris appears to have let his darker conscience win, seeing how he would stick his saliva into your wounds with his tongue where your warm blood cried, or caught it to use as an ingredient for his coffee.

One day, he must have wondered what it’d look like for the roles to be reversed, openly admitting it as you drank your hot chocolate that he had mixed some of his blood in it so that “you could always have a piece of me inside of you.”

“How...can you give me something with your blood in it to drink!?” You spluttered horrified, wiping your mouth.

For a second, it’s like he gained a realising glimpse at what he’s done, but then happily turns it into a milestone,“Haha okay, I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t think about how messed up that was until I heard you say it. Soooo, I might be a bit of a masochist? Whoo! Love really does teach you things you never knew about yourself, doesn’t it, my love, (Y/N)? I love that name, by the way. (Y/N). It suits you reaaaaaaally well!”

Yeah and thanks to him, you grew to hate it.

It spirals to the sickening point where Chris didn’t even want anyone else to look at you, whether it was from the screen or in person. How did he ensure this? Simple. You were going to make one final appearance on Total Drama to bid your departure from show business so nobody would suspect your absence in future episodes.

Well, it worked. So authentic that no one thought of anything more when you started sobbing right there and then or how Chris came to escort you away.

Albeit your friends and family weren’t deceived for long when they never heard from you again.

And it’s going to stay that way, for Chris paid the police department situated in Ontario to ignore, close, reject all reports filed in your name. He may as well have removed your citizenship.

The frightening power of the bourgeoisie.

Now you were truly prohibited from leaving his grounds.

“Why the long face, (Y/N)? Aren’t you happy?”

“No...” You tremble,“I... I want to go home...so badly.”

“Home?” He twirls you around, hands gripped on your shoulders in true puzzlement,“This is your home.”

“No, it’s...not. I...don’t belong here... You scare me.”

“Huh? Me? Scare you? (Y/N), whatever do you mean? Everything I’ve been doing so far...is for you! Now that we don’t have to worry about the police, it’s way easier for us to be together in peace! See how thoughtful I am, (Y/N)? No need to thank me.”

“Chris I’m sorry, but...” you wince, knowing such bold answer may trigger a dangerous reaction,“I can’t...reciprocate. See, I didn’t know th...there was something else you wanted from me other than me working for you... I...think you’d be better off spending your time and love on someone else.”

“Oh (Y/N),” he chuckles darkly, sprinkling your disbelieved face with kisses,“It’s all these well meaning, pure hearted things you say that has me falling more and more in love with you... I’m not worried you don’t feel the same. In fact, I honestly couldn’t care less. As long as I can hear you breathe...”

He could hear it alright. Just the same in his sleep... Perfect.

[starkeysprincess]

Went down the season 2 Rafe rabbit hole today and I’ve never loved a hot psycho more and it gave me suchhh a good idea. It’s not everyone’s thing but erotic torture/dubcon would toooootally be his.

Like maybe before his life got so complicated, you were friends with the pogues, and while Rafe didn’t necessarily like it, he didn’t care as long as you were happy and came back to him at the end of the day.

I’d imagine you’d be introduced to this side of him when one late and stressful night, you get caught right in the crossfire of him and them, just tagging along with your friends, because Rafe always told you whatever he was up to was nothing to worry about. So you weren’t that concerned about them finding the treasure, and your friends hadn’t told you about Rafe yet. He’d get furious and be dragging you home, telling you he needs you safe and protected and ends up taking his frustration out on your frightened little self. Every time you saw him unfathomably angry after that, you knew what was to come.

He’d be into chaining you to his bed or tying you up tight enough to give you rope burn on your most sensitive parts. He’d say the most evil shit imaginable and do everything to make you cry from edging to the most intense overstimulation and not having any limit or remorse for how far he’ll push you. No, you’re gonna take anything and everything from your daddy. He likes to fuck your ass without prep and plugs his cum in it with dildos while he deals with your other holes. I have a visceral feeling he’d be into clamping your nipples, but more than anything your clit, knowing that’s where he can be the most sinful because it’s your most sensitive part. He’d tie a vibrator to your leg and leave it on your pinched little pearl for hours in the highest and just watch and taunt and degrade you, maybe getting up to cum in or on you or use his fucking machine or spank or torture your ass again to guttural screaming and sobs full of begs that fall on deaf ears, maybe even threatening to get out the knife if you don’t shut the fuck up. Or he’d do it himself, choking you so hard that since you don’t even recognize the Rafe in front of you, you genuinely fear he won’t know when to stop. He would be the most sadistic and unhinged version of a Greek god you’ve ever seen, and would absolutely break you, his toy, his property, his little slut who he needs by his side just as much because otherwise he’d break himself.

I feel like there’s so many ideas in here this is more short story material but queen I thought it and I knew you’d know what to do with it so do what you see fit, I neeeeed ur perspective. I love psycho Rafe <3

I’m sorry that this isn’t super detailed, i went more with a small rundown cause everything you said was 🙂‍↕️

i definitely think he gets off on the fact that you’re scared of this side of him, he genuinely enjoys seeing you tremble in fear when you realize what’s to come

when he ties you to his bed, he wouldn’t give a shit if the ropes are burning into your flesh because to him, it shows that you’re his and his only and that he has control over you

his favorite thing to do, in my opinion, is keeping your wrists and legs tied as he’s holding a vibrator against your sensitive clit, he’d tease and edge you for as long as he feels like and he’ll either stop, leaving you crying for more or keep going until you’re squirting and making a mess all over his sheets

also yeah this man is def into knife play, like he’d drag the cool metal down your body, running the flat blade against your nipples, watching them harden, hell—he may even carve his initials into your skin

he will manhandle you and when he’s being too rough, he doesn’t even show remorse as he’s turning you into nothing but his perfect little fucktoy of a girlfriend because in some sort of aspect in his mind, this is his way of showing you he loves you

because no matter how scared you are when he gets like this, he knows you love him too much to leave him

[panjakes]

Ooh, I saw your requests are open. Can I please request Yeonjun x Black!Fem reader? The crew is hanging out and Yeonjun gets pouty cause Beomgyu keeps teasing him and the reader just keeps laughing. He complains being all cute. Extra fluffy at the end please?

Beomgyu glared at Yeonjun who slides his milk shake over to his girlfriend

“Try mine” he says

“Babe hold on” she says

“No…try it. Now” he says jokingly making the girl laugh

“Fine. Okay” she says leaning over putting her glossy lips on the straw

Beomgyu gags jokingly before whispering to Taehyun

“This is disgusting” he mumbles making Taehyun giggle

“Leave them alone! They’re cute!” Hueningkai says smiling at the couple who were to wrapped up into each other to even notice the others around them

“Are you still hungry? Do you want something else to eat?” Yeonjun asks Yn

“I’m fine babe I’m actually full” Yn says

“aRe YoU sTiL HunGrY? dO yOu wAnT soMeThINg eLsE tO eAt?” Beomgyu mocks making Yeonjun glare at him

Yeonjun rolls his eyes just ignoring beomgyu and his antics

“Yn are you going on tour with us?” Soobin asks

“I wish I could but you know I just started school” Yn says

“Awww I want you to come with us” Yeonjun pouts

“Of course he does” beomgy says chuckling to Taehyun

“I’ll come to the concert here and show my support” Yn says picking up some fries from Yeonjun’s plate

“You don’t have to if your busy” Taehyun says

“Yeah, I know how busy school can get so if you can’t make we understand” Yeonjun says smiling at Yn

“Thank you sweetheart but I’ll be there” Yn says kissing his cheek

“Think I’m gonna be sick” beomgyu mumbles

Yeonjun glared at beomgyu before sticking his out at him

“Your just jealous” Yeonjun says smirking

“No I’m disgusted” beomgyu says making fake gagging noises making everyone laugh

Beomgyu loves to tease Yeonjun about his relationship. It was something fun for him and Yeonjun made it so easy.

As the group leaves the restaurant they start walking down the street to a park.

“Could you like not kiss in front of us?” Beomgyu asks

“Well we aren’t in front of you. We’re in the back of you” Yeonjun responds smartly

“And that makes it better?” Beomgyu asks

“Beomgyu leave me alone!!! You’ve been messing with me all night!” Yeonjun says whining

He stops his whining when he sees Yn laughing.

“Yn! Are you really laughing right now?!” He asks in disbelief

“N-no. I’m sorry, I’m not laughing” Yn says covering her mouth

Yeonjun shakes his head putting his arms around her pulling her closer

“Look, he can’t go 10 seconds without touching her” beomgyu whispers

“I heard that!” Yeonjun shouts

“It was meant for you to hear” beomgyu shouts back

“I’ve had enough of him” Yeonjun mumbles

“Clearly he’s had enough of us too” Yn says smirking

“Well I don’t care!” Yeonjun says

“We have been very…couply today” Yn says shrugging

“As if we aren’t “couply” everyday” yeonjun mumbles

“You know you make it easy for him. He’s literally trying to get a reaction out of you and you give it to him” you say

Yeonjun pulls away from Yn with his jaw damn near on the floor. He looks at her with a shocked expression

“Babe?! Who’s side are you on!?!” Yeonjun asks

“My side! Come on Yn push me on the swing!” Beomgyu says pulling Yn away from Yeonjun who still had a shock expression on his face before pouting

“I think he just took my girlfriend” Yeonjun says leaning on soobin pretending to sob

“It’s okay. She’ll be back” soobin says patting his head

“I know…she didn’t have to leave me though” Yeonjun says with a pout

“Oh stop your dramatics! She went to go play on the swing! She’s back!” Beomgyu says plopping down next to soobin

“You really left me for him? Was I not enough?” Yeonjun asks jokingly in a very dramatic tone

“You’ll always be enough for me” Yn says wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him off soobin

“Really?” Yeonjun asks with a smile

“Really. Not give me a kiss” Yn says turning her head so her lips met Yeonjun

“Awwww” everyone but beomgyu says

“Ughhhhhh” beomgyu says turning his head

“Your such a hater!! We’re going to find you someone” Yeonjun points

“I rather you not!”

[groovinrightalong]

Do u have any trans masc Max Mayfield headcanons?

I haven’t thought much about it but now I have so MANY thoughts!

-Max hasn’t had a lot of positive relationships with the men in his life, so it takes a long while for the “hm I don’t feel quite right” to click. He doesn’t feel super comfortable as a girl, but he looks at his step-dad and Billy and is like “well I don’t want to be anything like that, so this has to be okay.”

-He definitely knows more about gender/sexuality stuff than the others because of growing up in California. So he’s thought a lot about it over the years, but just kept coming to the conclusion that he’s a tomboy (again, no positive relationships with men.)

-It’s actually because of Lucas (and the rest of the Party, by extension) that he really starts to get more comfortable with the idea. Because Lucas is sweet, and he’s gentle, and so unlike any of the other men he’s been around. Lucas is the first person that kind of cracks his view on gender roles and what exactly defines a man.

-He butts heads with Mike a lot at first just because of how insistent Mike is about him being a girl, how he’s different and unwelcome because of it, but (if this is also transmasc Mike) they realize they’re actually really similar and grow closer because of it, or (if this isn’t transmasc Mike) Max realizes that it isn’t the “girl” thing that bothers him, it’s the fear of replacing El.

-If it’s both transmasc Max and transmasc Mike, Mike comes out WAY earlier than he would’ve on his own.

-The boys are all really supportive when he comes out (which would probably be around the season 3 era). They don’t really get it at first, but he’s their friend, and they’ve always been very vocal about how they’d kill for a friend if needed. And really, seeing Max as a boy isn’t all that different from what they were doing already, so it’s an easy adjustment.

-In a similar fashion to Max teaching El about being a girl in the show, the guys take him out on a “boys only” night. It isn’t really any different than their usual hangouts- they go to the movies, play video games, eat way too much junk food, but the boys only title makes Max feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

-He comes out to Billy while he’s dying. He didn’t ever really plan on doing it at all, but his step-brother is dying in his arms and he needs to get it off his chest before it’s too late. Billy is a lot of the reason it took so long for him to feel comfortable as himself, and he thinks Billy knows that once it’s out in the air. Unfortunately, Billy’s dead before he can really give much of a reaction, just a weak little “I’m sorry.” And that’s nowhere near enough to make up for everything.

-He comes out to his family that night in a screaming match with his step-dad. Neil is an asshole about it, but it doesn’t really matter because the whole argument starts because he’s gonna leave them. Susan is incredibly supportive, and she turns around and kicks Neil out even though she’d been begging him to stay moments before. Gives Max one of those big, therapeutic hugs where Max just sobs into her shirt.

-Max cuts his hair off after Billy’s death. He’s never had a problem with his hair, he actually likes it long, but he’s messed up over everything that happened. He leans a lot more into the stereotypes he hated as a kid, acts rougher and more stand-offish. He breaks up with Lucas, stops hanging out with the rest of his friends. He feels awful, because this is the first time in his life that he’s only surrounded by people that support and love him, but he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

-(Vecna has a field day with all that)

-Post canon, he does grow his hair back out again. Lucas dramatically informs him that men with long hair are hot (bi king), to which Max shoots back that that would mean Mike was hot. Lucas gives Mike a quick once over and is like I mean, yeah.

-Lucas likes to greet people and go hi, yes, this is my boyfriend Max. He’s so cool. He pretty much single-handedly saved Hawkins that one time. And Max stands there with his face bright red in his hands like oh my god shut up

-Lumax and Byler double dates with an obnoxious amount of homo, striking fear into the hearts of conservative smalltown Indiana

YES I love this sorry for making it angst near the end but yes yes transmasc Max I love him💞

[gothicswiftv]

Emery’s 2022 SK8 Fanfiction Wrapped

(Really just Renga fanfics if I’m being honest)

These are some stories I’ve read since joining the fandom, so August 2022 - December 2022

Also, they’re all rated G or T but please be mindful of the tags (mostly for violence)

💠 FIVE FAVORITE FICS

A Moment to Be Real by MissLightBright

some kind of fairytale by arahir

Every Week and Counting by SKayLanphear

My house is a mess (so why don’t you clean it for me) by infinitelink

Yearning for the Freedom of Birds by LaurelNymph

minor spoilers ahead (in my Notes)

💠 FICS I KEEP COMING BACK TO

reki and langa are just friends (maybe) by zukushou

Ring ‘em Up | The One with the School Festival Trope and We’re Throwing These Rules Out The Window by LaurelNymph

Sunset | Cried Wolf | and Just a slime by Sleepwich

SNOW White and Going Once, Going Twice… by EnthusiasticCynicist

he was a skater boy, he said — no, you know what, no, we’re not calling it that by arahir

love signs, baby by discountscoobyart

I Don’t Dance (I Know You Can) by soupthatistoohot

The Dance by Undercoverqueer

The blue flowers up my throat. by zj3bson

💠 FICS THAT SURPRISED ME

The Tethering of Us by MissLightBright

Notes: I was wary going in, I really didn’t think I’d like a story that was a rewrite from canon without containing fantasy elements or something. I guess reading the description, I thought Reki and Langa wouldn’t spend enough time together (like I thought Langa would always be busy) but I was wrong and I was hooked 💗 🙌🏼 I binged this in a day and a half.

Skaters and Rulers by KurapikasScarletEyes

Notes: It was a short story that left me wanting MOAR 😭 the suspense of the sword fight/attack, and Reki and Langa’s interaction was so nice 💗💗💗 applause

Craving motion by livingonyoghurtandspite

Notes: Reki’s reaction was a unique take, fresh (even given the angst) and it left me wishing the best for Renga

Careful What You Wish For by Larisss

Notes: I thought this would be a silly goofy haha funny fic but what it did for Reki I just 💗🥹

💠 FICS THAT MADE ME CRY

If I Only Could (Make a Deal with God) by MissLightBright

Notes: THE 📃✍️ ✉️ MAN. THE 📃✍️✉️ GET ME EVRRY TIME. AND LANGA SUFFERING TOO I- *sobs*

Please Breathe by NevaraRaven

Notes: Langa was so scared T-T and just.. reading about Oliver’s death will never not make my heart hurt

more hearts than just mine. by brokencomatose

Notes: When Langa had to say goodbye ;_;

(…I’m just now realizing in these fics that made me cry, even ones I didn’t list, I would cry the moment Langa broke)

💠 FICS I WISH I READ THIS YEAR

bunny slopes by buzzcut__season

Notes: I wanted to read this before Christmas, but I read other shorter Christmas themed fics first. And then 2022 Renga Secret Santa stories started coming out and so I started reading those and yeahhh. I’ll still go back to bunny slopes asap

Another Cindereki Story by spottedinfinity (redhoodedwolf)

Notes: Same situation as bunny slopes! I read a bunch of shorter Cindereki fics before I could work my way to this one T^T I’m almost there Cindi!

💠 FAVE FIC FROM FAVE WRITER

A Moment to Be Real by MissLightBright

Notes: I’m not even super into fae stuff?? I think the sweetness + angst of their romance, and just the wonder-like/almost nostalgic feel I got throughout the story made my heart happy. Bro the second half of the fic so far *clutches heart* BRO I CANT BELIEVE THEY- [spoilers] 💘💞💗

💠 NEW FIC FROM (relatively) NEW WRITER

Strangers (to lovers) by Larisss

Notes: This one had me squealing “oooooo~ let’s goooo!!” Plus I love reading fics where Miya shows off how legitimately smart he is

💠 FICS THAT MADE ME LOL

Langa Has Fallen and Can’t Get Up by maddisunshine

Notes: omg this one part had me screaming. Langa: *injures leg* Reki: Ok man I’m gonna poke around, tell me where it hurts … how does this feel? Langa: it feels… Nice? (!!!) Reki: OK MAN

How Miya Played Matchmaker Without Actually Playing Matchmaker by wiseterria

Notes: THAT VINE REFERENCE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND HIT ME LIKE A SKATEBOARD TO THE FACE. I WAS CACKLING AT 2 IN THE MORNING EL OH ELLLLLL

your eyes, they never lie by kittenyoongs

Notes: Langa and Reki’s banter omggg enough said

Brain-to-Mouth Filter by theseathemoonandthestars

Notes: “Langa Kyan” 😌 Reki I know you’re freaking out rn but your friend is a riot

just thought you should know by egoisticluv

Notes: JUST,,, THE THOUGHT OF EVERYONE LIKE hey what the heck is up with Langa??? ???I don’t know???? haha

💠 FICS WHERE I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW THEY END

At the End of This Thread by MissLightBright

Notes: When people put spins on the ‘red string of fate’ trope I get all 👀

A Magical Misunderstanding by banditoheart (eldritchpossum)

Notes: PLEASE UPDATE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LANGA WAS SO SCARY AND COOL IN THE LAST CHAPTER 👁️👁️

Please, I’m Begging You, Check Yes by Sleepy_witch

Notes: High School In The 90s Au?? Mutual pining?? Please… I’m begging you… write more of this (lol see what I did there)

p.s. No pressure to update btw! Just letting you know I REALLY enjoyed what you wrote!

💠 FAVE SCENES

Language Barriers by athellos

Notes: REKI YOURE SO ROMANTIC DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA

I used to hear a simple song That was until you came along - Cindereki by Marvel4Lifebitch

Notes: There was one part where my swiftie heart went HAYWIRE. Also, the fic heavily follows both Disney Cinderella movies, so near the end when it went off on its own thing I was afraid of what would happen and good God poor Reki ;~; and Prince Langa seeing him like that ;;;~;;;

Frostbite by soupthatistoohot

Notes: Chapter 2, Langa and Reki alone in the coffee shop, maaan 💞 that whole scene 💞💞

Don’t let your thoughts win by ScarletRigmor

Notes: THE WAY LANGA WAS SO SCARED WHEN REKI-

[ticklygiggles]

maybe 47 with kuroyaku? i'm obsessed with this prompt list ngl lol

[25 Christmas drabbles] - entries closed!

A/N: this is my first time writing KuroYaku, so I hope this is not too ooc! *sobs* thank you for sending this, Rey! I hope you enjoy it! Also, I'm glad you are enjoying the prompt list hehe

KuroYaku - 47. "Stop! I just want to put the star on top!"

"Hmm? And can you reach all the way up without my help?" Kuroo asked, arching one of his eyebrows. "Stop squirming around and just put the star on!"

Giggles filled the whole living room again. It didn't matter how hard Yaku tried to bite at his lips to prevent that embarrassing sound from bubbling out, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop it until Kuroo stopped wiggling his damn fingers against his lower ribs.

He, too, couldn't do much more than kick his legs in the air as Kuroo picked him with embarrassing ease, lifting him so he could reach the top of the stupid tree to put the stupid star for their stupid Christmas together.

"Kuhuhuroho!" Yaku giggled, his arms tightly clamped to his sides, gripping the star between his hands. “Stop doing this- ahaha! It tihihihickles!”

"For someone so small, you sure are heavy!" Kuroo teased and Yaku felt his cheeks turning bright pink, hearing Kuroo’s smirk on his lips. “If you keep moving like this, you’re gonna make me fall.”

“I dohohon’t fuhuhucking cahahare! Puhuhut me dohohown!”

“You’ll drop the star, Yaku,” Kuroo warned, yet his fingers kept wiggling against that terrible sensitive spot right under Yaku’s ribs that was making his body jerk so violently in Kuroo’s hands. “Is it so hard to put-

“It ihihis hahard with you beheheing a fuhuhucking-

“Shit, ack!”

Yaku gasped heavily when the tickling suddenly stopped and gravity was making his body fall… right on top of Kuroo, making him groan in pain.

“Ohmygod, Tetsu, are you okay?” Yaku asked, quickly turning around to check on Kuroo, who was lying on his back with a pained expression on his face. “Are you hurt?”

Kuroo shook his head no, looking up at Yaku with a big grin. “Are you worried about me? I thought you said you didn’t ca-ahahaha! Oh, nohoho! Nohoho! I’m sohohorry! I’m sohohohorry!”

Yaku growled as he dug his fingers into Kuroo’s ribs, clawing them against the highest set to make Kuroo writhe under him with loud laughter. Kuroo tried to stop him, but Yaku moved fast, even pinning one of Kuroo’s hands under his knee. 

“I will show you sorry, Tetsu,” Yaku said over his laughter, his fingers moving up towards Kuroo’s armpits, making him shriek and squirm. “First you play your stupid games while I’m here trying to decorate our tree, then you make me fall and then you make fun of me for actually worrying about you?!” Yaku shook his head, clicking his tongue. “This is just what you deserve, Kuroo Tetsurou.” 

Kuroo should have known better to mess up with his little kitten.

[dadonbabysworld]

Skz Drabble — Alone (MinChan)

Author’s Note: this is a self insert but also a very specific one. Lots of it is my personal story from losing a parent. It’s hard sometimes; I’m here for anyone who needs it. Love you guys 🫶🏾

Wordcount: 1,617 (maybe I got carried away 😭)

Warnings: mentions of polyamory/ polyamorous relationships, descriptions of depression, loss of a loved one, a full bladder, suggestive at the end.

It was one in the afternoon. Nothing special about today; it was simply a Sunday. The birds chirped, the sun shined, and the wind blowed as cars came pass. Simple.

Yet, you lay in bed. Bound to bed by the leaps and bounds that is the world. You feel your heart getting heavier. You were triggered by the music playing in someone’s car as they drove pass. Your mom loved that song.

Now the tears won’t stop flowing. Your mind won’t stop going. Running and running trying to dodge all your problems. You fall back onto the bed covering your face as if that stopped the sobs that escaped you.

Sobs. For someone who only wanted you to not cry as their last wish. The pain of missing them and the guilt of not following their wishes keeps you wanting to do nothing but remain under the safety of your hands. So you do. You lay in bed with your eyes covered for a while.

Overthinking for a while. Would my mother be proud of me? Even on your best day, you aren’t the same person with your mother. Less motivated… less confident. Would she hate the person I’ve become? You lost the spark. Sometimes you debate on what you keeping going for. Is she even watching? Does it truly matter? You won’t get anything from her. Nobody else cares.

You eventually lay on your side staring at the window. Just clear, beautiful skies in view. The perfect juxtaposition to the mood inside your apartment right now. Dark, sadness looms over you. It’s been years. At this point, you should be fine right? Wrong.

Everyone applauds you for keeping it together. ‘Y/n is so strong’ ‘without my mom I don’t think I would make it y/n is an inspiration’. Unbeknownst to them, you are falling apart alone. You never let anyone know, never let anyone in. They all have too many things going on in their lives.

You had been in bed for way longer than expected at this point. It has been hours of overthinking and crying: a repeated cycle. You felt dehydrated, like your bladder was gonna explode, and exhausted. Yet, you remained in bed. In fetal position, you felt the safest from the world.

You were soon asleep. That’s why you didn’t notice Chan and Minho enter. Chan used his spare key. You hadn’t answered any of their messages or calls for a few days now. This was not normal; this is the longest slump you’ve been in since before you met them.

Normally, you can pull it together after a day. Possibly a few hours even. Three days you have spent at home now. You were convinced you would lose some of your skin complexion.

It was a mess in your house besides the living room. You kept the living room clean to keep appearances from neighbors. The kitchen had a stack of plates in the sink and the garbage was full. The bathroom had lots of tissues from crying on the sink and filling the garbage can. Also, some make up removal wipes because you tried to do your makeup at one point.

When they reach your room, they are prepared for the worst. Nerves eating at them and it showed on their faces.

“What if she’s not alive?” Minho whispers to Chan.

Chan shakes his head. “We’ll deal with it the best we know how..” He opens the door and is relieved you’re just sleeping. The light snores from your body alerted them immediately. Minho lets out a breath he was holding and holds his chest.

Your room: the most dirty of it all. Tissues, energy drink cans, water bottles, lots of plates and bowls, clothes on the ground, hair ties and jewelry just spewed about. The only jewelry missing is the necklace you always wear still on your neck.

“Maybe we should help clean? She doesn’t seem.. okay” Minho suggests. Chan simply nods. He is worried about you, and the condition of you and your place are concerning. Your house is normally rather clean, and you would be up doing some kind of studying or chores. Midday sleeping? Not the typical.

Chan takes on the bathroom cleaning the skin and shower first. While, Minho decides to focus on your kitchen. He starts with the dishes and counters. Chan was going to clean your bathroom mirror, but he saw the affirmations you wrote on it. ‘Tomorrow will be better’ in red lipstick. You weren’t doing okay… his suspicions were right.

Minho decided since the dishwasher was going and the counters were clean maybe he could clean the fridge and stove. The stove required little scrubbing. In the fridge, he found minimal things. Some soup, drinks, eggs, and fruit. The soup he recognized as something you mentioned you loved a lot as a child. Did you make it to feel comfortable? Did it work?

After they both cleaned the floors, they decided to clean your room. They were the most nervous about this because they could wake you. Minho gathered the garbage in a bag since he had taken all the dishes out earlier to put in the dishwasher. He could easily take the garbage out as well. It was part of the kitchen. Chan decided to do your laundry. He took the time to read every clothing label to sort and wash them correctly. They couldn’t clean the floor without waking you, so they decided to wait on that part.

You woke up to the sound of Chan and Minho talking somewhere. You didn’t even connect the dots yet. You groaned as you woke up. You didn’t go use the bathroom before sleeping now you felt the worst stomach pain ever.

Minho was alerted immediately and came to the room.

“Y/n-ah are you okay?” He questions, getting a little close to the bed.

“Can you help me to the bathroom, please?” You beg him. He immediately lifts you out the cover to which you moan in pain. “I’m sorry..” he mumbles. You shake your head. “This is all my fault. Let’s make this quick.” He hustles and helps you to the bathroom. Chan is also watching as you almost immediately go when your on the toilet.

He sighed. “I told you about holding in your piss!” You shrink a little. “I know I’m sorry Channie..” He was going to lecture you, but he hopes the pain is a lesson enough. You go to wash your hands afterwards still in pain. The pain takes a while to subside; it was actual torture and discomfort.

Chan carries you to the living room and sits you on the couch. Here you are between Chan and Minho as they both look at you. You have been exposed. It was a hard to even say anything. The men who you had been seeing were upset with you.

“I can- I can explain.” You stutter out as loud as possible. They nod in an agreement. “Go on.” Minho beckons.

“I.. I’ve had a hard few days. As you both know, I am without both my parents. My mother being the closest to me. I have just been reminded of her so much, and it hurts. Listening to the songs she likes, smelling the perfumes she wore, seeing people who look like her, and the worst of all is when I watch someone die in a movie or show. I can’t do it. My heart is too weak.” Chan rubs your back gently as he holds one of your hands. Minho wipes the tears you didn’t feel fall as he holds your thigh.

“Y/n.. we’re your boyfriends. Why not tell us? We were in the dark about you, your physical and mental state, and that is scary for us.” Chan softly spoke.

“I am prideful.. I can’t be weak even to the people closest to me. You guys always give me so much credit. Meanwhile it is so fucking hard! I take so long in the shower because I can cry in there without you guys seeing me. I just don’t want to worry you guys either. You’re super busy and going through things on your own tha-“ Minho cuts you off. He normally doesn’t interrupt, so you’re immediately confused but attentive.

“In a relationship, we are supposed to be there for each other 100% of the time. If the person needs something, you should be able to balance them. It is three of us. Please don’t feel like you have to be alone in anything. We love you. We care for you. We will always want to hear your concerns and troubles. Don’t do this again.. please.” You could see the concern and sadness on their faces. They actually want that from you. They care about you.

“I’m sorry to worry you. I will try to put my pride aside when it comes to you guys. It will take some getting use to. I know I messed up, but I love you guys too. I don’t want to lose you.” You cuddle closer to Minho and pull Chan in too. They cuddle you smiling softly.

“Our hard-headed girl” Chan pats your head and laughs. “Literally. Also, our messy girl. You’re welcome for cleaning.” Minho rolls his eyes as he says that. “Thank youuu. Sleepover?” You ask excitedly. “Sure let’s get the bed ready.” Chan says as he gets up, stretching his arms and back.

Minho taps you for you to get up and stands up. “Don’t worry we’ll be gentle tonight. You have done enough crying already. As long as you feel satisfied, we can do whatever.” He says, winking and grabbing the towels out the dryer.

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[pulisicsgirl]

Can’t believe we’re already at the end!!!!! These 7 weeks have absolutely FLOWN by!!!!!!!

Of course Mase was gonna be at the pizza party 🙈🙈 My heart hurts that they still don’t know anything about what happened on the trip 🥺 LIke even though things ended so poorly she’s being so careful of holding up her end of the bargain and not telling anyone well except for Dec 🙈

The tip jar 🥺 And his initials being in a little heart?!?!?!?! My heart can’t take any more of this

This Kenny girl can absolutely get lost 😒 And what is Ben playing at trying to set them up?? Can’t he see that Y/N is the only girl for Masey 🙄😂

I still hate how cold and stuff things are between them. Like her almost holding her breathing, waiting for him to kiss her cheek, too, only to be let down 🥺 It’s such a stark contrast to how affectionate he was before

“I’ve just has a lot on” is the lamest excuse, Mason, do betterrrrrrrrrr 🙈

I know he didn’t mean anything at all by it but Ben saying “I’m sure we can find you someone” after offering a specific partner to Mason was so hurtful 🥺 Like just almost further singling her out even though he didn’t mean it that way

The back-and-forth is still gonna make me crazy 🙈 You can’t just walk out the way you did in Portugal and still be all “Are we okay?” !!!!!!!!!! I love Masey to death, but he is, after all, just a silly boy sometimes

Y/N is so much stronger than me, being able to just shove all of that aside however temporarily it may have been and put on such a brave face

The slice of pizza as a little peace offering made me tear up a bit 🥹 And that short moment where she touched his arm and you could tell he just internally freaked out over it

But Kenny taking her piece of pizza about set me into a rage 😡 I just hate that it ruined her whole evening, but honestly it would’ve ruined mine too

And of course Kenny caught her in the hallway before she could make it out 🙄 My jaw actually dropped when she basically said Y/N had been the second choice for the trip 🫢🫢 Poor baby has been put through too much emotional turmoil in this series 🥺

But the way that Mason seemed so confused by her shift in attitude toward him 🥺 Like I’m sure he was relieved that things seemed to be going back to normal but then the complete 180 when he shows up at her house was a bit of a shock

But I was so glad he called her out on the fact that she wasn’t actually ill, instead of dancing around the elephant in the room live they’ve been doing

I love a good confession where they shout it out in a moment of frustration and it almost seems like they didn’t even mean to say it 🤭🤭

The fact that he didn’t immediately say it back had me so nervous!!!!! But him immediately calling her Muffin again or the first time in like FOREVER!!!!!

And him realizing there was so much more to it than the pizza 🙈🙈 It was honestly sort of sweet that he insisted on showing her the text to prove that what Kenny had said as a lie, because he recognized that she really didn’t have any reason to take him at his word at this point

But him immediately getting all touchy with her again??? 🤭 And then FINALLY admitting his feelings too!!!!!!!!!

“What if I want you in the way” AND WHAT IF I JUST SIT HERE AND SOB, OKAY????

Him explaining why her being in the pool had bothered him so much 🥺 If he had just mustered up the courage to tell her what he was feeling that day, all this mess could have been avoided 🥺

“We’ll find a way, I’d do anything to make this work” Mason is THE only man 🥺🥺🥺

The last instagram post and my babies have finally found their way to each other 🥹🥹

Loz this series has been an absolutely incredible rollercoaster!!!!! I’m endlessly thankful for the fact that you shoes to share your talent with us!!!!!!! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with my Wednesday afternoons now 🥺

Love you forever, my dear 🫶

Winter Sun - Chapter 7

Note - the last chapter 🥺 from the bottom of my heart thank you all so much for all your kind words on this series. It’s been overwhelming seeing how involved you guys are, the last chapter especially and I hope this makes up for it. Feedback would be appreciated as usual and until next time, let’s enjoy our babies 🥺🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 8k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

Masterlist

‘So I have a little favour to ask’ Carly sang down the phone to you and you couldn't deny the sound of her voice filled you with joy. You'd been home from Portugal for two weeks now and you’d missed being around her everyday. Your mood significantly dropping since you’d got back home but it wasn’t just the absence of your best friend in your life that was making you miserable.

Not a word had been exchanged between you and Mason since that night he left you in bed. Not a call or a text. Nothing. No sign of life from him at all and the longer it went on the more your heart broke.

‘Oh yeah, what’s up?’ You asked her, hoping it was nothing too much as you weren’t in the mood.

‘Welllll, Ben and I were hoping to host a little gathering at the weekend and I was hoping you’d come’ she asked sweetly but you could tell there was something else.

‘You know I will, so what’s the catch’

‘Fine’ she laughed. ‘We were hoping to make it a pizza making party, like do something a little different? Bens just got the new oven installed and wants to try it out’ she explained.

‘Let me guess, you want me to make the pizza dough?’

‘Well you are a professional baker’ she giggled. ‘Pleaseeee I’ll make sure I’ve got all your favourite toppings and I’ll get you a bottle of that fancy gin you like’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘I mean you’ll have to share it with me but of course’

‘It’s fine i’ll do it you’ laughed, thinking it would probably be a good idea to socialise again after keeping to yourself for a little while but there was a thought itching away in the back of your brain. ‘Hey, Carly. Who else is gonna be there?’

‘Oh the usuals, Dec, Lauren, Woody, Kayla’ she listed off and the omission of a certain someone’s name made you relax. ‘Bens also got a friend from home here and possibly a couple of the Chelsea boys might come. Oh and Mason too, he’s free that weekend’

‘Oh so quite a few then’ you breathed, your heart sinking as she finally listed his name off but you’d already agreed to go and couldn’t back out now no matter how much you wanted to.

You thought about it the whole afternoon though. It felt too soon to see him but you knew you’d have to get it over with eventually. It’s not like you didn’t want to talk to him, often finding yourself typing something out for him to message but you were too scared to hit send on anything as he was yet to make a move himself.

When you made it home, your concierge waved you over before handing you a parcel. You took it with a smile, the box being heavier than you first anticipated as it wasn’t overly big but you managed to get it upstairs and once you were in you tore into it. Unsure of what was inside until you’d taken all the bubble wrap off to reveal the hand decorated tip jar that Mason had painted for you. Your heart leaping at the memory of when he first showed you his design and you spent the next few minutes giving it a proper look over.

It was all still there, the pretty flowers and little cakes, the heart with gwens face in but what really made you melt was the detail on the bottom you missed. His initials, MM, in a little heart and you had to bite your bottom lip to hold your emotions in.

All you could think about was messaging him, just wanting to hear his voice but after how things were left you were still feeling unsure of yourself and if he’d want to talk so you resisted. Instead looking back at videos you’d taken of the pair of you on your week away, your favourite being the one from a pool day in the middle of the week where he was giving you a tutorial on how to dive into the pool. You could hear your voice over the speaker telling him there was no chance in hell you’d ever get in there and the sarcastic pout he gave you made you smile.

You managed to hold it together but as the days became closer to seeing him you could feel yourself freaking out. You decided to throw yourself into work and the night before you distracted yourself by making all the dough for the next day. Making way more than you needed to but it seemed to be your coping mechanism for the night so you didn’t think about looking back into his brown eyes again.

When you arrived at Bens the next night you were thankful that Woody and Kayla arrived at the same time and helped you carry everything inside and once in, you made the rounds and said hello to everyone. There were a few faces you didn’t recognise and when you were sat with Carly you watched a girl come from downstairs and lounge over the back of the sofa like it was her own.

You were constantly watching the door, waiting for a specific person to show and just like usual he turned up late so you were semi caught off guard.

You heard his voice before you turned to give him a once over and you hated the way your tummy sunk at the sight of him. The last time you’d seen him he was abandoning you in your bed as he made it clear you were nothing more than someone he wanted to fuck for the week. Now he was just Mason again and you weren’t sure you’d be able to differentiate between the two.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him though, watching him say hello to everyone before he got to the girl who’d come from upstairs and they both looked thrilled to see each other. Him wrapping his arms around her waist as she buried her face his neck and you had to turn away before you burst into tears.

Who was she? And why were they so cosy? You knew the pout on your face was visible and before you could stop yourself you were tugging on Carly’s arm.

‘Hey, Carly? who’s that girl?’

‘Who, Kenny?’ She asked but you could tell she wanted to roll her eyes a bit. ‘Ben invited her, they’re old friends and she’s here for the weekend’

‘Oh right… What’s she like?

‘She fine’ she shrugged but you knew there was more to the story. ‘I wish she wouldn’t lay all over the sofa like that though’ she laughed and even though it was in jest you knew she was serious. ‘I think Ben’s been trying to set her and Mason up for a while now but I’m not sure how well it’s working’ she told you and you felt your heart sink. You didn’t push her for anything else though and soon enough you felt a hand on your shoulder that was gone as soon as it came.

‘Ladies, how are we?’ Mason smirked, leaning over to give Carly a quick kiss on the cheek before looking down at you. ‘You alright?’

‘Good thanks, you?’ You asked, keeping still just in case he tried to kiss your cheek too but he didn’t move a muscle. Looking down at you with a blank expression and you hated not being able to read him.

‘Yeah not bad. It’s good to see you’

‘You too’ you whispered. Not sure how good it was to see him right now and his standoffishness was making your heart shatter.

Mason was about to say something else when the sound of his name being called across the room startled you both. Looking to see Kenny waving him over and he gave you a sympathetic smile before leaving you alone.

You couldn’t lie, his apparent coldness hurt and you had to turn away from Carly so as not to let it show how upset you were. The fact that he couldn’t even seem to touch you in some way for more than a second made you feel rubbish and you knew you’d be in for a long night which was only made worse by the fact Mason and Kenny seemed to know each other and Ben was trying to set them up. You felt him slipping through your fingers even more and you had to give yourself a mini pep talk to carry on.

Not wanting to be a party pooper you put on your brave face and went to sit with Kayla and Woody. Catching up with everything they’d been up to and reliving your favourite holiday moments before Dec, Lauren and a few others joined you. Dec giving you a sympathetic smile but you just shrugged your shoulders. Not wanting to speak about any of it.

You could see Mason out of the corner of your eye, standing with Kenny as they chatted just the two of them and you wondered why he never came to join you until Carly called you into the kitchen and they finally joined everyone else. Realising you must have been the reason he didn't want to sit with everyone and you felt your eyes sting.

You kept away from him on purpose after that, not wanting to keep him away from his friends so you stuck into helping Carly in the kitchen until she got hot and said she wanted to go and change. Leaving you on your own to finish up cutting the pizza toppings.

‘Sorry, y/n’ you suddenly heard behind you, the sound of Mason's voice making you jump but when you turned to face him, he was standing as far away from you as he could get. ‘Shit sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump. I was just wondering if you could grab me a glass?’ He asked quietly. Head nodding to the cupboard above your head so with a quick nod you pulled one out and handed it to him.

Your fingers brushed, just for a second, but when you looked up he was looking down still. Unable to meet your eyes so you turned back around to continue chopping.

You heard him move, thinking he would be leaving but when you felt him next to you your heart gave a thud. Carrying on chopping as he faced inwards towards the kitchen but you were waiting for him to speak first.

‘Sorry we haven’t spoken much lately, I’ve just had a lot on’ he told you quietly and you knew it was the worst excuse in the world from him. The way he didn’t care enough to be honest with you made you feel sick and you had no idea how to respond

‘S’fine’ you shrugged, eyes down as you bit the inside of your cheek.

‘No it’s not. I know I just left and that wasn't cool’

‘Its fine’

‘Y/n-‘

‘Mase?’ Ben suddenly called, head popping into the kitchen and his eyes lit up at the sight of him. ‘Ahh there you are. We’re playing Pictionary and Kenny needs a partner. You coming?’

Mason didn’t respond, his eyes flashing down to you first but you just gave him a forced smile.

‘It’s fine, go’

‘Y/n-‘

‘Y/n, you wanna come join? I’m sure we can find you someone’ Ben interjected, cutting Mason off thankfully but you just shook your head.

‘No thanks, I’ve got some stuff to finish in here’ you told Ben before looking back up into Mason's soft eyes. An unreadable expression behind them but you knew you couldn’t look at him for too long. ‘Go on, I won’t get finished otherwise’

‘You sure?’ He asked but you just sent him a nod back. Looking back down to what you were chopping before you felt him sigh and push himself up to leave. The feel of his hand on your waist making you freeze as you felt him press a fleeting kiss to the crown of your head before walking out the door to leave you on your own. Your eyes filled up immediately but you blinked the tears away and took a deep breath in to steady yourself.

He was so confusing and truth be told, you couldn’t face watching Mason with her so you kept yourself out of the way on purpose. Making up jobs in the kitchen and setting everything out for everyone else so that when Carly came back everything was good to go and it was worth it to see the smile on her face.

You let everyone else make their pizzas first, helping Woody out a little bit as he seemed to have no idea what he was doing but you didn’t dare look in Masons direction as Kenny was half draped over him. Soon enough the kitchen was clearing as people took theirs out to the new pizza oven to be cooked and you felt like you were able to take a breath.

After everything that had happened tonight you weren’t very hungry but now everyone had left you could make yours in peace and you were almost done when you felt a presence beside you and you knew who it was immediately

‘You still going?’ Mason asked, taking a seat beside you as you popped the last of your toppings on

‘I’m almost done, I want it to be perfect’ you told him quietly ‘I take pizza very seriously’

‘Well yours looks way better than mine’ he huffed and you sent him a small smile. ‘Are we okay?’ He asked carefully, his voice small and scared almost and when you finally made eye contact with him you saw how sad he looked.

‘Why wouldn’t we be?’

‘You just seem… quiet’

‘Long day’ you shrugged, gulping back your emotions but before you could say anything else you heard people start to filter back inside. ‘Go on, yours is probably done. I’ll just cook mine and be in’

He didn’t reply, just stood up with a sigh as you were already making your way outside where now only Ben and Carly were. You told them you were fine to finish up if they wanted to go inside and you were left with just your thoughts.

You were being miserable and you knew you were and you knew you had to snap out of it. You were the one who caught feelings, clearly he hadn’t so this was a you issue and if you didn’t fix up you were risking ruining the whole friendship group.

Before any of this Mason was a friend and the friendship came first. There was no point dwelling on what had happened and the fact that nothing probably ever would again but you missed being civil with him more than anything so after a quick pep talk you told yourself you’d make an effort with him to be normal. You’d leave the past in the past and move on so you could have your friend back as that was the most important thing. Even if that meant watching him fawn over someone else.

These things don’t work out like you want them too sometimes and that’s okay. But your mood wasn’t and after the realisation hit you, you made sure you’d be cherpier when you went back inside.

You felt lighter as you made your way back in, stopping in the kitchen to cut your pizza up and as if by magic Mason appeared. Walking over to the fridge to grab a drink before standing opposite you.

‘I came to check up on your masterpiece’ he smiled sweetly but he seemed taken aback as you looked back at him with a bright smile.

‘Oh yeah? What do you think’ you asked, showing it to him proudly with a wide smile and your sudden change of demeanour had him looking at you bewildered but he soon mirrored your expression and smiled back at you widely.

‘I think, I probably should have asked you to make mine’ he laughed, eyes wide as he looked over your food and you figured this would be a good time to give him an olive branch and let him know everything was okay.

‘Here, why don’t you take this bit’ you told him, popping a slice on his plate and the rosy blush that took over his cheeks made you smile.

‘No I-I couldn’t’ he stuttered, looking at you like he was in shock but you nodded at him encouragingly.

‘Please? I’ll never finish it all. I want you to have some’ you told him, placing your hand on his arm and his eyes flashed to where you were touching him before looking at you with a soft smile.

‘Thank you’ he whispered but before anything else could be said, Carly was calling you over to sit with her.

‘I’m gonna go eat, but I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?’

‘Okay’ he breathed, a huge smile on his face as he looked at you and you hated the fact that all you wanted to do was kiss him but with one last smile you let him go and took your seat next to Carly.

You sat and listened to everyone talking, chipping in when you needed to but your eyes were on Mason and Kenny, hating the way she looked at him and even worse the way he was looking at her. You told yourself outside you’d have to get used to it but it was going to take more than one evening to do that.

You ignored it though until you couldn’t, watching them discuss the pizza on his plate before she picked up the slice you’d given him from yours and take a massive bite from it.

You were filled with rage instantly. That slice was meant for him, a peace offering of sorts to let him know that the pair of you would be okay and he’d just handed it over to his new play thing like it was nothing.

Your appetite was gone in an instant so you let Carly know you were quickly running to the loo so you could sort yourself out but memories of you and Mason getting physical on this very counter made your blood boil and you just wanted to go home.

Everywhere you looked you could see him and you knew you couldn’t stick around much longer.

Everyone had disbursed by the time you got back downstairs but you found Carly as quickly as you could so you could say goodbye before slipping out.

‘I don’t wanna cause a fuss, I’ll just go it’s fine’ you told her with a weak smile. ‘It’s been a long day and I just don’t feel great’

‘Oh no’ she pouted, pulling you into her body for a hug and you had to bite your lip so you didn’t cry. ‘You sure you’re alright?’

‘I’m fine. I’m just gonna head out before anyone sees. Just tell them I don’t feel good if anyone asks’ you told her and even though she was pouting at you tried not to let it bother you too much as you hated upsetting her and if you carried on seeing how sad she was you’d end up staying.

You’d almost made it out the door when a voice you didn’t recognise called your name and you turned to see Kenny smiling at you sweetly.

‘Hey, I don't believe we’ve met. I’m Kenny, you’re y/n right?’

‘Uh yeah, that’s me’

‘I thought so, I recognised you from everyone’s holiday pictures. I was so jealous but I’m so happy my spot wasn’t wasted’ she smiled but her words confused you.

‘What do you mean, your spot?’

‘Oh Mason didn't tell you?’ She asked, brows raising in shock like she couldn’t believe you didn’t know but you could tell she was about to take some satisfaction in filling you in. ‘I was meant to go with him originally but like a week before I had a really important job come up and I had to back out. I told Mason to find someone else to take and he mentioned you guys were friends. You know what Masons like he probably didn’t want to say anything and upset you’

Her words sliced through you, gaping holes left in your chest at the idea of being just an afterthought for Mason. Second choice, just like normal. You felt like you couldn’t take in a proper breath and you were hoping she didn’t notice how her words were tearing to pieces but even if she did you weren’t sure she would have cared. ‘Don’t worry though, he’s promised me a solo trip just the two of us soon to make up for it’ she laughed before her eyes were back on you. ‘You're leaving so soon?’

‘Yeah I’m not feeling great, I'm just gonna head home’ you said quietly, eyes on the floor so she couldn’t see the pain in them and you stuffed yourself into your coat so you could leave.

‘Oh okay, well hopefully see you around’ she told you sweetly but all you could do was nod before rushing out of the door.

You could barely focus as you drove home. Feeling even more used now that you knew you were his back up. Probably only sleeping with you as you were all he had to choose from and you felt even dirtier than before.

You’d really let yourself believe you meant a little something to him but you couldn’t stand thinking about him anymore. Even if you were only friends you thought he would have treated you with a bit more respect than this.

You were even more emotional when you finally got to the safety of your flat. Tears filling your eyes but you resisted the urge to let them escape. Jumping in the shower before changing into a comfy pair of pjs so you could get ready for bed and cry your little heart out but fate wasn’t on your side tonight.

You thought about ignoring the knock on your door, but it was late so you knew it wasn’t random. Opening up the door with a huff to reveal the last person you wanted to see and the sight of him raised your blood pressure.

‘Mason, what do you want?’ You asked with furrowed brows and you knew you looked pissed from the way he was looking back at you.

‘Charming’ he laughed, but you didn’t react. Watching his face drop a little bit but he carried on. ‘Carly said you weren’t feeling too well I was just coming to check on you’

‘There’s no need, I’m fine’ you told him bluntly but just like usual Mason was giving up without a fight.

‘Can I come in then?’

‘Where’s Kenny’ you questioned, eyebrow raised but he looked even more confused at this.

‘How should I know?’ He scoffed, looking at you like you’d lost your mind and you realised you couldn't send him away no matter how much you wanted to. Hoping he’d see you weren’t in the mood for visitors and leave but this was Mason you were talking about and as soon as you moved aside to let him in you wished you hadn’t of.

He walked through your flat, making his way to the living room where he perched himself on the arm of the sofa so he could face you as you stood far away from him in the doorway. Hands behind your back as he played with his in his lap, both in silence for a beat until he looked up at you with his big eyes and you nearly lost it.

‘Are you gonna tell me what’s really wrong? Cause you look fine’ he told you and you felt your anger rise up in your throat.

‘Oh and you’re the authority on who’s sick then are you? Sorry I didn't realise I had to meet your standards to pass. What do you want me to do, cough up a lung? Would you believe me then?’

‘What the hells gotten into you?’ He laughed, a look of disbelief on his face and you knew you had to tone it down a little bit.

‘Nothing’ you huffed, eyes on the floor so he couldn't read you but you saw him shuffle about uncomfortably.

‘Well it has. Look I know things have been a little weird since Portugal but I’m only here for a few days and I…’

‘And what?’

‘I miss you’ he whispered. You heart breaking at the sound of his voice but you knew you had to stay firm. ‘Things aren’t the same as they used to be. What happened to the contract? Friendship comes first and all that shit? You can barely look at me now’ he told you, unable to hide the hurt in his voice but you were too upset to let it affect you. ‘Last time we spoke at Ben's things seemed better and now you’ve gone all cold again’

‘I said already, I don’t feel well’

‘You don’t expect me to believe that’

‘Believe what you want’ you mumbled and the sigh that he let out almost broke your heart.

‘I hate all this, being off with each other and stuff. Why can’t we just go back to how it was?’

‘Cause I fucking like you, you idiot!’ you suddenly exploded, silencing him immediately as he stared at you in shock and you knew you needed to take it down a peg. ‘I like you’ you told him, your voice sounding vulnerable and small as your eyes fell to the floor. ‘I know about the contract and I remember the rules but I like you. And I’ve been trying to make it stop but I can’t and then you shared my pizza that I gave you with some random girl I’ve never seen before right in front of me’

‘It’s just pizza, Muffin’ he said quietly, trying to hide the smile on his face but you saw it clear as day. He hadn’t called you Muffin since the second to last day in Portugal, the sound making your knees weak and your eyes water but you were determined not to show him what he was doing to you.

‘It’s the principle’ you huffed shakily, wanting him to understand how insignificant he’d made you feel and by the way his eyes dropped you think he got the picture. ‘It hurt, Mase’

‘I didn’t mean to hurt you’ he told you softly, standing up to be closer to you and when he reached for your hand you let him take it. ‘That’s the last thing I’d want to do. Truth is I never actually gave it to her, she picked it up off my plate before I could say anything. I was actually pretty pissed cause I wanted to eat it, like I’d saved it till last on purpose and I knew I couldn’t ask you for another bit’ he laughed, trying to make you smile and you almost conceded. ‘There’s something else though, isn’t there’

‘What do you mean?’

‘It’s not just the pizza you’re upset about. Something else is wrong’ he stated and you froze.

What did he expect you to say?

You’d admitted you liked him and even though he hadn’t said it back he also hadn't shot you down. If anything he looked lighter from your confession and you figured you had nothing left to lose so you decided to be honest.

‘That girl.. the one who stole my pizza’

‘Kenny?’

‘Who is she?’ You whispered. Your voice sounding scared like you might not like the answer but from the way Mason was looking at you you felt yourself settling down.

‘A friend of Bens from back home. I didn’t meet her that long ago but he introduced us cause she lives in Manchester now’ he explained and you hated the fact she lived so close to him.

‘Oh, so you haven’t known her long?’

‘Not really. Why?’ He asked and even though it was petty you just shrugged your shoulders. ‘Hey come on. What happened?’ He asked, pulling you back towards the arm of the sofa and in between his legs so he could hold your waist but you kept your arms crossed in front of you. ‘Please tell me, Muffin. I can’t help if I don’t know’

‘When you told me you’d paid for my part of the holiday already and were waiting to convince me, were you telling the truth?’ You asked quietly, not wanting to look him in the eyes so you focused on his shoulder instead but you could see from the corner of your eye the confused look on his face.

‘Of course I was. Why? Did someone say something different?’

‘She told me that space was booked for her. That you’d invited her first but a job came up and she couldn’t go so that’s why you never asked me sooner cause it never really was for me. I was just back up but you didn’t want to upset me’

‘First of all, that’s bullshit. It was always meant for you and I’ve got the texts to prove it’ he told you, reaching for his phone to prove his point but you felt a little silly now.

‘Mase it’s fine-‘

‘No, I wanna show you. I don’t want you to think that when it wasn’t that at all’ he told you, his voice hard but you knew his frustrations weren’t aimed at you.

‘See, it was always for you’ he told you gently, your heart sinking at the fact you’d believed her so easily.

‘Why did she say that to me then?’

‘Cause she’s probably annoyed you ended up going’ he laughed. ‘Look, I’ll admit I took her out on a date a few weeks before I came down that weekend we… you know for the first time’ he explained. ‘Nothing special, just dinner and some drinks and she asked about any plans over the winter break and this came up. I think Ben must have mentioned it already and she told me she was up for it if your space was available and I said I’d let her know. Obviously it wasn’t and she got a bit jealous I guess and wanted to make you feel a bit shit about it’

‘Well mission accomplished’ you laughed, uncrossing your arms so you didn’t look so defensive but you were still a little uncomfortable so you just played with your fingers and he let out a gentle sigh.

‘Muffin, who are we trying to kid?’ He asked you softly, your eyes on his face immediately and the soft look on his face made your knees weak.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, there’s clearly something here. Why are we trying so hard to fight it?’ He asked quietly and you felt your breath catch in the back of your throat. ‘Did you mean what you said earlier?’

‘Depends, what did I say?’ You laughed and he squeezed your hips softly.

‘When you said you liked me, did you mean it?’ He questioned, wanting an answer but you weren’t ready to speak so you just nodded, hoping that would be enough for him. ‘Well, I like you too. A lot in fact, more than I ever intended to. And I know it’s against the rules but fuck all that’ he laughed. ‘Why are we fighting so hard against what we want?’

‘I’m not sure’ you whispered, eyes finally meeting his and you smiled at him but his last words to you in Portugal were still ringing in your ears. ‘I guess after what you said on our last night away and how you were for that whole day, I just didn’t think you’d ever want anything more from me. You made me feel like crap, like you got what you wanted and you were done’

You watched the hurt flash over his features, reliving his words to you from that night and even though he hadn’t said a lot, he knew his words along with his actions had really upset you.

‘I didn’t say any of that stuff cause I believed it’ he sighed. ‘You don’t know how many times that night I came back to your door ready to knock it down and tell you how I was feeling. Why do you think I left that night like I was going out of my mind and I was crying like a baby’ he laughed but your heart broke at the sound of his confession. ‘I was so caught up in you and then reality hit that I probably can’t give you what you want. What you deserve’

‘What do you mean?’ You asked quietly, hands finally resting on his chest as you reached out to touch him and he smiled and pulled you in closer at the gesture.

‘You’re this big scary boss lady who’s got so much going for her, you know? Like you’ve got your whole little empire and that’s your world. I thought being with me would be too much for you or something. I’m so far away now and I can’t give you the time you deserve. Maybe I’m not making that much sense’

‘You’re really not’ you laughed, thinking he looked adorable when he rambled but you knew he wanted to carry on so you let him.

‘I’m so proud of you and everything you are and everything that you have. I guess I don’t want to get in the way of that’

‘What if I want you in the way?’ You asked and he looked up at you hopefully. Flashing you your favourite smile that you hadn’t seen in what felt like a lifetime and you had to really hold back to not kiss him. ‘Yes I’m busy and yes I have a lot of stuff to do but do you remember what you said to me on the stairs at Ben's house before we went away?’

‘I said a lot of stuff’ he winked, clearly reliving all the ways he’d tried to woo you on the stairs and you blushed as you remembered his words.

‘You did’ you laughed, nodding your head as you moved your hands to his shoulders. ‘But you said everyone’s got time, you just have to make it. And you Mason, I’d be more than willing to make time for you’

‘Yeah?’ he questioned with a laugh and you nodded reassuring him before his face fell. ‘I’m really sorry. I feel like I’ve acted like such a brat’

‘Did I do something?’ You whispered, wanting to get to the bottom of what really happened. ‘I feel like that last day it went all wrong. You just left without a word and didn’t even try to make it right’

‘I know, I was trying to run away I think. I knew I pushed it too far that night before and we broke all the rules but I was past the point of caring. All I wanted was to wake up next to you that morning, kiss you and tell you how I really felt. But you’d gone and then I saw you in the pool with Chilly and it drove me mad’

‘He was teaching me how to swim, Mase’

‘I know’ he laughed, looking like he realised how silly he sounded but you knew there was more to it. ‘But you told me you wouldn’t ever get in the pool for me and after we’d had the day before and it was so perfect, I could feel myself caring more than I knew I should. It fucking hurt that you didn’t ask me and I know it sounds stupid cause it is so I thought it was best to shut it down. I should of handled it differently though I’m sorry’

‘I’m sorry Mase, I didn’t even think. I never meant to make you feel like that’

‘I know you didn’t’ he smiled, pulling you in closer so that your bodies were flush against each other now. ‘There’s nothing to be sorry for I was just jealous’

‘Is that why you spoke to those girls that night?’

‘That looked worse than it was, but I get it didn’t look great so I’m sorry’ he whispered, looking at you with eyes full of guilt but you just nodded. ‘The guys were going in at me at the bar about you and asking why I hadn’t spoken to any other girls that week and then she practically crashed into me. She was as drunk as anything but she told me she was a fan so I spoke to her hoping the boys would leave me alone. She was falling all over me though and I could barely hear her so I tried to steady her and let her know I’d walk her back to her table but you with your incredible timing popped up at the worst possible moment’ he laughed. ‘But I walked her back and then her friends were asking me loads of questions about United so I just sat with them for a bit to get the others off my back but as soon as Dec told me you were out of it I left them’

‘I know’ you whispered, silently relieved that things weren’t as they seemed. ‘Thank you for looking after me’

‘You don’t have to thank me, all I care about is you being okay and I get it didn’t seem like that sometimes’ he sighed. ‘That whole day I knew it was gonna be my last with you and I was miserable. Didn’t wanna do anything or speak to anyone, like once I was over my strop that morning I just wanted to hold you cause I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to the next day. I was terrified of talking to you about anything cause I knew I’d get upset so I just didn’t and then when we went out I thought if I wasn’t around you then I could push it all down and move on and maybe by the time we saw each other again it’d be alright but as soon as I saw you earlier I knew I’d messed up. I don't think I can be just friends with you now Muffin, it’s not gonna work. Not when I know I want so much more from you’

‘Really?’ You breathed, your bottom lip wobbling as his worlds sunk in.

‘Promise. That holiday just proved to me I’d do absolutely anything for you and these last few weeks without you have been hell’ he confessed. ‘I’ve missed you. So much’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and you blushed at his words. ‘Missed holding you and kissing you and pretending that you’re mine. I’m fed up with pretending though like I’ve had enough of it’

‘Me too’ you laughed, thinking his stroppy expression was adorable but your smile made him smile too.

‘So we’re gonna do this then?’ He asked hopefully and you knew you couldn’t deny him.

‘I think so’ you nodded, holding him close as you squeezed each other tightly. ‘I have no idea how or anything but we can sort it out. I just know I want you’

‘We’ll find a way, I’d do anything to make this work’ he assured you and you couldn’t take it anymore. Leaning forward to finally kiss him like you’d wanted to for the longest time and he reciprocated straight away. Lightly brushing his lips against yours as the pair of you tried to not smile but it was too difficult. Giggling onto each other's lips before you pulled away and you just hoped you mirrored the joy that was so plainly written over Mason's face.

‘How I’ve gone that long without kissing you I’ll never know’ he told you, pressing another heavy kiss to your lips. ‘How about we start a Sugar Mumma franchise in Manchester?’ He teased, eyebrows wiggling to let you know he was only half joking but you quite liked the sound of it.

‘I mean I’m always looking for opportunities to expand’ you laughed, pulling back to look into his eyes and they were the happiest you’d seen him all evening and knowing it was because of you made you blush.

‘You gonna let me be your muffin man, then?’ He joked, referencing the fact he always asked if you had found your Mr. Muffin but little did he know he’d been your muffin man all along.

You quickly escaped from his arms so you could grab your phone, wanting to show him something he’d never seen before and when you returned he sat you down in his lap with his arms crossed over your front before he kissed your neck softly.

‘I wanna show you something’ you laughed, quickly opening up your messages to reveal to him the name you had him under in your contacts and you watched his face as the realisation hit him before he looked at you softly. ‘You’ve always been my muffin man’

‘How long has it been like that?’ He laughed, squeezing you a little tighter as he kissed your cheek but you didn’t have time to answer him as a notification from Dec came through and you were left confused.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You questioned aloud. Looking up at Mason but you could tell from his shy face that he knew what was going on. ‘Mase?’

‘Well I realised pretty quickly you’d gone but I didn’t know what to do so I waited until Woody asked and when Carly said you didn’t feel well I knew something was off’ he shrugged. ‘You were fine before we ate so I went into another room to try and call you but Dec found me before I got a chance and when I told him what I was doing he gave me a bit of a talking to’ he gulped, his face going as red as you’d ever seen it and you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear anymore. ‘Don’t be upset with him but he told me about when you spoke after I’d left. I don't think he told me everything but I got the main parts and I felt like such a knob. He told me he’d bang our heads together if I didn’t come over and make things right so I left and I guess he thinks if we’ve worked it out then it’s all down to him’

‘Well he’s been suspicious from the start I guess’ you shrugged. ‘You know he told me he’d love for you to have someone like me? That I could be just what you need’

‘I mean he’s not wrong but when did he say that?’

‘Day of the boat trip, when we got back from dinner and you had a word with him. I think he only kept teasing cause he was trying to push us together’

‘Well he should have saved himself the bother, I’ve been yours for a while’ he winked and you felt yourself cuddle into him as you blushed.

‘Really?’

‘Of course, had me hooked since that first chocolate muffin’ he confessed. ‘I like you a lot and I didn’t want you to think I’m like what everyone else sees me as. I love having you in my life and I love having you as a friend but lately I couldn’t help but see you as more’ he told you truthfully. ‘And then you showed up at my birthday looking hot as hell like you’re enough to drive anyone insane’ he teased and his words made you giggle as you tried to hide your face in your hands.

‘I never thought you’d see me as more than a friend’ you laughed, holding him tighter as he peppered kisses to your cheek. ‘And I love being your friend but I’ve always had a soft spot for you’

‘We can still be friends’ he told you softly. Kissing your cheek gently before smiling down at you. ‘Well just be extra special friends who kiss and get to see each other naked’ he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully. ‘Plus now you're my girl you get a prime face time slot’

‘Are you ever serious?’ You laughed, turning in his arms so you could pull him into a hug and you shivered at the way he tucked himself into your neck.

‘I’m serious about you’ he whispered into your skin and you couldn’t contain your smile but you knew in the back of your mind this wouldn’t be as simple as you wanted it to be. ‘What’s wrong, muffin?’

You gave him a sad smile, your heart thumping at how he was able to read you so easily before shrugging lightly. ‘Just worrying’

‘Well don’t, there’s nothing to worry about’

‘Well there is. What’s everyone gonna say? I know Carly will be upset I kept this from her’

‘Wanna know a secret?’ He whispered, his voice sounding playful and you looked up at him in confusion. ‘I think she knows’

‘How? Did you say something?’

‘Of course not, but just like my best friend figured it out I think yours has too. Probably knew before we knew ourselves. Remember when we were at the airport and you made your big entrance?’ He teased, making you hide your face in embarrassment but he was quick to pull your hands apart. ‘She came over to speak to me, mainly just to say thank you for the surprise but she asked me if something was going on between us as she knew you always keep your cards close to your chest’

‘Well now I feel even worse’

‘You don’t have to, she knows you’ll tell her when you’re ready’ he reassured you. Kissing you softly before squeezing your hip. ‘Are you working tomorrow?’

‘Gave myself the day off’ you told him, shaking your head into his neck and you felt him squeeze you tighter.

‘Well I’m staying at Woodlands Park, treated myself to a suite but it’s a bit pointless on my own. Will you come and stay with me tonight?’

‘Really?’ You asked, excitement bubbling through you as you knew it was super fancy there and you’d always wanted to go but the fact you got to spend the night with Mason after so long was even more appealing. You pulled back to look at him, laughing as he gave your bum a cheeky pinch and he nodded at you shyly.

‘Of course, I don’t wanna go back there without you’ he whispered and you knew you didn’t want to leave him either. ‘I promise I’ll get you room service in the morning’ he laughed, trying to convince you further but you were already wanting to free yourself from his grip so you could grab your things.

‘Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready’ you laughed, reaching down so you could kiss him again quickly before sorting yourself out but he held you close to him so you couldn’t move. His face serious when you looked at him

‘Thank you, Muffin. I’ve honestly been miserable without you and I’m really glad we get to start again’ he told you truthfully. Your eyes stinging as you nodded back at him softly before he kissed your forehead. ‘We’ll do it the right way this time, yeah? No more secrets or ground rules or whatever else. We’ll just be honest with each other about our feelings and we’ll go from there okay?’

‘Okay’ you whispered, loving the way Mason made it sound so easy when you knew it probably wouldn’t be but you also knew there was no one else you wanted to try this hard with and when he lent forward to capture your lips again, you let him. Content being back in his arms and thankful you’d broken all your rules for him.

y/n

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y/n My muffin man 🥹🩷

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masonmount all this time I’ve been muffin without you 😘

y/n you’re lucky you’re cute 😩

declanrice I called it (congrats)

y/n 🙄 (thanks)

carlywlms_ so happy for you 🩷

y/n love you 🩷 calling you right now

carlywlms_ you better 😉

okaylaaa oh she’s hard launching 😏

y/n were starting as we mean to go on 😌

benchilwell okay I did not see this coming but I love it

carlywlms_ well you must be the only one who didn’t Jesus Ben where have you been?

y/n yeah Ben, get with it

laurenfryer_ so it really was a couples holiday after all 🥹

y/n we just felt a bit left out

masonmount yeah it’s nothing serious, she’ll be done with me in a week

y/n cute he thinks I’m gonna give him a week

woody_ can you two just get married already? You make me sick

masonmount as joyous as ever woody

nadds__ well I can’t say I didn’t see this coming but I’m so happy for you 🥹

y/n thank you 🩷 I’m concerned as to why everyone could see it but us

masonmount love is blind, muffin. And you need you eyes tested 🤪

lukeshaw23 finally we can go on double dates now you don’t know how long I’ve waited

y/n ooooo yes please 🤭

masonmount not luke asking you out on a date before I did

kaihavertz29 okay I’m so out of the loop, can’t believe my boyfriend has a girlfriend

y/n how did I not know my boyfriend has a boyfriend

masonmount miss you bro ☹️

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Jeongin knew about your obsession with his hands. He would be considered blind if he didn’t. you made it so painstakingly obvious.

Playing with the rings on his fingers when you’re watching tv together, holding his pinky against yours to compare the size— or when you would just straight up tell him.

“you have such pretty hands In-ah,” you would say innocently, even though you’re guiding his hand down your stomach, ghosting over your soft flesh until it reaches your puffy, swollen lips.

“Yea? You like ‘em that much baby?” Jeongin asks but he knows the answer. you loved his fingers so much. Love when he slides them into your aching hole, curling them against the spongy walls of your cervix.

You boyfriend thinks you’re so cute like that. Laid out on the couch, hands around his wrist, while his fingers are buried deep in your cunt. How could he not pull out his phone and record ?

“innie, no pictures,” you’d whine , wanting to cover your face but you know you’re not allowed to.

“why not? Just wanna show the guys whose hands you like best.” he told, zooming in on his hand pumping into your cunt. The wet sounds

So loud that it’s impossible not to be heard on camera.

Jeongin feels his pride rise as you begin to clench around his digits, only making him move faster. “Oh? Looks like someone’s gonna cum? maybe you do like being recorded?”

He’s so mean to you, shit eating grin hiding behind his phone but you can hear it in his voice. Jeogin makes sure to capture the look of embarrassment on your face as you start to shatter on his fingers. Little high pitched cries blessing the mic and his ears as you release everything you got.

“there you go. cum on my fingers, baby” he encourages, thumb wrapped around your clit as he overstimulates your high.

“‘Nough, innie, that’s t-to much.” You huff, closing your legs up on him.

Jeongin pulls them back apart immediately. “shh, it’s okay. Hold out a bit longer. You can do that for me cant you?”

“but, but-“ Your protests are shut down when you feel another knot forming in your stomach. Pressure tipping onto you for second time but it’s so much more intense now—. You feel yourself start to panic.

Jeongin doesn’t make it any better. Continuing to attack your delicate hole, remorse gone. Just wanna see your cry over how good he was making you feel.

“Jeongin! please, it’s- im-“ before you know it you’re gushing all over him, juices squirting out with each pump as you shake violently.

“Pretty,” jeongin whispers, finally slipping his fingers out and tossing his phone to the side. He leans down until he faced with the mess you made and he cleans it up with his tongue.

you’re left a sobbing, sniffing, version of yourself. Too exhausted from your multiple orgasm to even react to jeogin eating you out with long strokes.

When he’s had his meal, he crawls back on top of you and pulls into a kiss— giving the second hand taste of yourself. you whimper weakly into it, lips trembling as the they try to keep up with jeongin.

You’re so dumbed down to the point where you don’t even notice his pants unzipping, or when his dick pushed its way deep inside of you. He fucks you for the rest of the night, using you up while you’re too weak to fight back.

“Good little girl,” he whispered as he milks himself into you. “I love you so much.”

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Fairly odd dolly (FOP)

It was a school day like any other: abuse on the bus, dealing with Crocker, the popular kids snubbing him etc etc but little did Timmy turner know as he made his way home that he would come to miss days like this, where being able to go to school and have simple freedoms could be taken for granted. Soon all of that would change, and he'd find himself behind bars so to speak, a prisoner in his own body and a object of ridicule.. and it would all happen because of a simple kind hearted wish.

Tootie had been pestering him like always, asking him to come over and hang out, and maybe play house. He had almost humored the offer till she let her intentions semi show when she was selling the idea. "You'll get to escape from my sister, she can just watch TV at your place without you around so she'll love it. And I'll use my easy bake oven and make you lots of treats and stuff!" She gushed, with Timmy thinking it all sounded good. cue the bomb drop as Tootie bite her bottom lip and wiggled, almost like she had to use the potty. "O-Or heh.. you could even come over and be my little baby! I have towels we can use as diapers and I'll cuddle you and rock you an-" at that point Tootie was talking a smoke outline of Timmy, who had dashed inside and ran up to his room, locking the door and panting slightly. "That.. was a close one. " Timmy grumbled as Cosmo and Fairy poofed into sight. "Aww come on Timmy, she just wanted to play!" Wanda said and went over to the window, pointing at the bawling Tootie on the street corner. "Nggghh Yeah but, she wanted me to be a baby. and frankly, I spend enough time as it is pooping my pants." Timmy huffed, crossing his arms and trying to maintain a stiff upper lip. But as he watched Tootie sob and cry he signed. "I'm not gonna be her baby.. but I wish for her to find a Timmy doll to do whatever she wants with." Timmy said, slapping a hand over his eyes. "Awww your a good kid Timmy!" Wanda said. "Wait, does that mean we have to grant the dolls wishes too?" Cosmo asked. "..Just shut up and look proud dear." Wanda sighed. "Can do!"

Tootie was sounding more like a foghorn as she blew her nose, but as she wiped her eyes she suddenly spotted a stuffed version of Timmy, baby sized and -squeal- even wearing a pink bonnet  instead of his hat, not to mention a t-shirt that showed off the dollies tummy tummy and a puffy diaper! "Oh wow! my own baby Timmy! I must be getting rewarded for having Vicky as a sister!" She coo'ed as she hugged the dolly tight. "What's THAT suppose to mean!?" Snarl Vicky, her shadow falling over her little sister on her way to babysit Timmy. "Uh..Uh.." Tootie gulped, almost piddling herself in fear as she turned around to face her sister. "That your mean and evil and the fates are balancing out your torture of me with a stuffie?" She said, and instantly regretted it. Vicky frowned, leaned down, then smirked. "Good, thought you were gonna spew some crap about what a nice person I am. I do have a reputation to keep you know!" Vicky said, then flicked a finger at her little sisters forehead, knocking Tootie to the ground and walked off laughing.

"Jeez and I thought I got it rough.." Timmy said, wincing then turning to Wanda. "Also, couldn't help but notice a few things about that stuffed doll.." he added with a icy tone. "I actually was just going for a doll.." Wanda said. "Oh, I did the diapers and everything! I just think little Timmy is soooo cute!" Cosmo said and grinned. "..whatever. better a stuffie then me." Timmy said and then went to work on his homework. recently him and Vicky more or less had a agreement in place that as along as he stayed in his room, she'd ignore him. if he left even to use the bathroom however well, the hunt was on and with her new Nerf gun she had shopped up.. Timmy had been moping up more then a few puddles as of late.

Wishes were a funny thing, 99.99 percent of the time they went off flawless, but whenever some sort of cosmic mess up was bound to happen, affecting at least once wish, chances were it would always be Timmy's. his latest wish proved the rule as a hiccup in the magic fabric of the universe (Or  Jorgen Von Strangle just being a dick) warped Timmy's wish in a way that would be very humiliating to him, and would be the start of his downfall.

"oh baby Timmy, I just love you so so so so so so" Tootie was saying, pausing to breath before going on, adding anther 12 so's. "Much!" she gushed, hugging the dolly close in a almost crushing embrace as the corrupted wish started to kick in. "I'm going to hug you and kiss you and keep you close to me at ALL times!" She coo'ed, and planted a HUGE wet smooch to the doll's cheek.

In his bedroom and laying on his bed, trying to do his reading assignment while Wanda and Cosmo were out doing important work (Aka Wanda had dragged Cosmo away so he'd stop distracting Timmy) when suddenly he felt like he was being giving a bear hug from a professional wrestler. the wind was knocked out of him and he could only wiggle in place, trying to figure out what was going on when the hug FINALLY stopped.. only for a gross wet smooch to happen on his cheek even though there wasn't anyone else in the room, or at least he thought so. Wiping his cheek and looking around, Timmy rolled off his bed and under it to snag his S.O.S. anti magic creature kit, something that he'd found useful when Wanda and Cosmo proved to be less then helpful. As he snagged the case and scooted back from under the bed, taking out a flashlight that would detect invisible people, Timmy didn't notice that his pants had poofed away leaving only his cartoon print undies on display. a print that was fading as the undies started to puff out.

Tootie was bouncing with joy as she got to her room and found a mini crib for her new baby, along with outfits to put him in (the shirt and the bonnet could come of, the bonnet held on by velco) and a supply of baby food and can's of formula powder and even clean diapers..implying her widdle Timmy baby doll could wet and mess! Eager to try out all the functions on her little Timmy, she sat him down on her bed gently and then went to work mixing up a ba-ba, using a gag sized baby bottle she had in case she ever talked Timmy into playing baby, so it would hold a good litire or so. the can's warned not to feed the baby too much at once, but promised faster present making' the more powder was used at once. With that logic, Tootie ignored the fact it was suppose to be 1/4 of a can per bottle, and used all of one in one go, mixing it with the warm water and shaking it till she was red in the face to get it to pass though the nipple. "who's thirsty?" she asked, giggling with delight and swooping up the dolly with one arm, then popping the bottle between the lips with the other. "Bottoms up!" She coo'ed as the mixture started to flood into the dolly.

Timmy had just finished checking all of his room when he finally looked down and noticed that A: his pants were gone and  B: his undies had gone from Crimson chin to white, and were puffing out. Pushing a finger against the front of his undies, he felt slick plastic and a growing puff that was crinkling, which could only mean one thing. "My undies are turning into a a diaper!" he yelped out. He'd figure out the WAY in this later, but for now he knew WHAT he had to do as he reached down to remove the rapidly transforming undies before they fully turned. Somehow in his little mind he wouldn't be in diapers again if he got them off before the change was done. His efforts were for not as not only did the undies finish their change, now bulky white diapers with animal print tapes, but as he pried and tugged on the diaper, then the tapes, then both, he found he couldn't remove it! It was on;y AFTER he accepted this that he noticed that during his struggle his t-shirt had shrunk, and in fact his outfit looked like like.. "The doll's! I have to get over to Tooties and stop her before she does an-" Timmy started to say to himself, but found himself scooped up and hovering in the air, and then his mouth was forced open. Something rubbery filled his mouth, though having been turned into a baby once or twice (Ok way more then that) Timmy knew what the nipple of a bottle felt like and mentally groaned, it was not use trying to bat the bottle away as it wasn't in the room per say, so he'd just be battle at the air. 'please at least let this stuff taste good.' he mentally groaned. As the formula started to flood into his mouth and down his throat, it wasn't half bad, in fact it was kinda good at least at first, then the taste started to get more and more foul and he groaned. 'of course, why would I get lucky..though this is a lot.. i hope the bottle runs out soon!' whimpering as his belly was stuffed, Timmy could feel his belly getting bigger and didn't like the implications that meant as all that formula had only one place to come out. 'great. anther day..anther poopie diaper..'

Tootie was giggling like crazy as she watched the dollies tummy grow as she fed it, the bottle was only half emptied and already the poor thing looked like it was gonna burst. "Better stop and burp the baby!" She coo'ed and pulled the baba out, then put the doll over her shoulder and started to pat it's back and then it's bottom, alternating till she was rewarded with a loud belch that almost sounded like it was happening in stereo, then a muffled poot from the seat of the diaper. "Oh wow, this Dollie goes all out! make mommy a present!" She coo'ed and kept patting the butt. as if on verbal command, the doll let out three more poots and then the back of the diaper started to expand with warm mush. "Such a good baby! glad it doesn't stink though!" She giggled.

Timmy signed in relief as the bottle was pulled out of his mouth, his tummy and chest were starting to hurt from the combination of being so full and getting a air bubble. his glee was short lived as he found himself still floating in the hair, but moved to a burping position and felt gentle pats on his back and -blush- pampered bottom. "Oh this is NOT going to end we- URRRRRRRRRPPPPP!" Timmy started to say, but was cut off as a massive belch came out of him. "Nice one twerp!" Cackled Vicky from downstairs then a massive poot erupted from his backside, Timmy BARLEY holding back from making boom boom. "T-This would be a VERY good time for Cosmo and Wanda to come back." Timmy mewed, however he wasn't holding out hope as more poots came out and then the gates were opened so to speak. As the sludge poured out of Timmy he cried out in pain, the hot muck just didn't feel nice and it smelled even worse as it didn't take long for his room to fill with his stink. the diaper itself was expanding as fast as possible to hold all of the mess, poofing out to frankly cartoonish sizes though at least that meant Timmy didn't have to worry about a -ick- over flow. by the time he was don, the diaper had ballooned out so it was halfway down his lower legs, helped by gravity as he was still in the air. "If there's a merciful higher power out there.. She'll change the diaper without setting me down." Timmy mewed.

Tootie was holding the doll with both hands under each armpit and was pretending it was taking to her. "Whats that baby Timmy? you love your big poopie diaper? Awww I knew you would!" Tootie coo'ed and planted a kiss on on the doll, then paused, holding it up to her ear. "Oh, you wanna go for a poopie horise ride on mommy's knee instead of getting a diapie change? Oh you silly baby! But ok. if THAT'S what my stinky widdle Timmy Tim wants~" Tootie giggled and took a seat. setting the Timmy doll up nice and high, she brought it down with a hard SQUISH, and was happy that the dollies diaper held up as she went to town bouncing the baby on her knee.

Timmy got his answer has he covered in the arm, feeling his weight supported under his arms and then then felt himself being brought in close. having again been a baby more then once he knew what was coming, and whimpered as his cute little hat turned into a baby bonnet.. before coming down on what he assumed was Tootie's knee, making the mess shift around in his diaper in a MOST unpleasant way and making the smell in the room somehow even worse! What followed was a good five minutes, give or take a eternity from Timmy's POV, leaving the twerp green faced and whimpering but FINALLY the bouncing was stopped and he was just at on his butt, trying to recover and praying Tootie was finally ready to change the dollie..or at the very least leave Timmy the fuck alone as he gagged and mewed in his fume filled room.

The stink was filling more then Timmy's room due to the vents, and downstairs Vicky was finally noticing the funk. of course at first she thought it was just her gym clothes till she recalled she had left her gym bag in her parents room under their bed so they'd have to struggle to find the source of the funk. Raising a arm she sniffed her own pits but nope, nothing worse then usual which left the twerp. "I swear to god Twerp, if your making stink bombs up there I'm gonna make you eat them!" She yelled as she stomped up the stairs. As Vicky slammed the door open, the smell got at least 10 times worse and even her eyes were watering and a hand came up clamping over her nose and she wiped at her eyes. "God damn Twerp what are you.." Vicky trailed off as her blurred vision cleared, her jaw dropping. whatever she had been expecting to see when she came into the room, it wasn't Timmy dressed like a baby and in a massively stinky diaper. "Damn, no wonder your so small!" she snorted and then whined as she realized she shouldn't of. "But if you think I'm changing that, I don't get paid nearly enough." "I..I.." Timmy mewed and tried to speak in his defense, but then Vicky was over there and popping his thumb into his mouth. "If that thumb comes out, I drop you out the window and we'll see if that stinky butt of yours makes a good crash pillow." She said. Timmy wisely sucked on his thumb and Vicky turned away, wondering just WHAT was she gonna do with this, she couldn't leave the twerp like this if for no other reason then her nose was burning out..then a evil Grinch like smile crept over her face as she took out her phone and dialed her dorky little sister. "hey Dork, you've got a sweet spot for twerp right? well I got a job for you.."

Tootie's jaw dropped as Vicky told her what she needed her for.. her darling Timmy WAS a big stinky baby! of course, that's why he had been so rude and taken off on her earlier, she had stuck a nerve! Well that could be forgiven, and it wasn't like she wasn't ready to baby the real Timmy, as much fun as the doll had been. setting the doll to the side, she went and gathered up a diaper bag full of supplies and then rushed out the door, missing the faint glow that left the Timmy doll showing that it's voodoo effect was gone, even though Timmy's hell was far from over.

Timmy sometimes wondered if life wouldn't of been easier if he never had fairy god parents. Don't get him wrong, he loved Cosmo and Wanda with all his heart and they had made life exciting.. but then there were days like this. If it wasn't dealing with anti faeries it was the Pixies, Crocker or any number of other old foes. and then you had the just weird days where he was destined for non ending humiliation like this. As bad as being seen in all his baby glory was, as bad having Tootie coming over to change his stinky diapers was gonna be, it seemed like the higher powers just hadn't had enough of dicking Timmy around. "So I was gonna let her take care of your smelly pamps in the house, but then I got to thinking, if you stink that bad NOW.." Vicky was said, a smirk on her face as she was holding him away from her with her hands under his arms, a clothes pin on her nose. "well no way I want that unleashed in the house. side, if I put you out by the flower garden it'll likely go crazy with all the fertilizer." Laughing at her own joke, she missed Timmy's eye roll and then he was too busy scanning the street, praying, hoping it would be a nice slow day and no one would be around to see him as drool trailed down his chin, he was still sucking his thumb like he'd been told to. he might not of been on the second story anymore but Vicky was nothing if not creative with how she could make you regret your actions.   "heh, Looking to see if any of your widdle friends are around twerp?" Vicky asked, and then dropped him butt first on the grass by the garden and damn it if it wasn't looking greener and more flush in seconds. Looking up though he groaned as she had a cell phone out snapping picture after picture..then paled  as he realized it was HIS cell phone. Thumb slipping out of his mouth he went to get up but the massive weight of his diaper meant he was barely up, then plopping back down. "Bwhahaha that's it twerp, make these even cuter! I'm sending them to all your contracts..oh and that Trixie girl you like." Vicky laughed. "NOOOOOOO!" Timmy wailed, tears following even as he knew it wouldn't help with the pictures. in for a penny, in for a pound and since it had been sorta soothing.. Timmy popped his thumb back into his mouth and whimpered.

By the time Tootie got over there, Timmy's eyes were semi glazed over and he was sobbing softly, reaching out with one hand as the other sucked on his thumb as she came close. "Whoa mama! somebodies ripe!" Tootie said, but just grinned showing off her braces. if you wanted to be a good mommy to big babies you had to be able to withstand smelly things after all, and besides, this was nothing compared to the time she'd been locked in a closet with 5 pissed off skunks thanks to her big sister. "Awww it's Ok Timmy, Mommy Tootie is here to make it allll better." She coo'ed, coming in close and popping Timmy's thumb out of his mouth and replacing it with a pacifier, which he eagerly took too, then looked over her shoulder to her sister. "why's he outside?" "oh, Practically begged me to show him off, once he knew you were coming over and he was gonna get to baby out as much as he wanted, he wanted to be loud and proud." Vicky lied, "You handle this and whatever big baby stuff he wants, I'm going back inside and opening all the windows and using all the air fresher the turners have." Vicky said, turning and walking away. Tootie rolled her eyes at that, but at least she had her big baby all to herself..at least until everyone showed up. hoping to avoid getting arrested for public indecency, she went to work on the diaper change, noting it wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be.

Timmy's brain was on auto mode, and for the most part his big boy mind just retreated inside and thought of all the cool stuff he had done. sure it would be brought out to the surface once in a while but always blissfully retreated back before the weight of what was happening to him for real was to much and just erased itself. -flash- Chester and AJ staring with drop jaws and then all fumbling over words, trying to baby talk to Timmy as Tootie made it clear Timmy would be too busy being her big baby to play with them anymore, at least unless they promised no rough and tough games -flash- Trixie and her friends showing up, Laughing and teasing him and asking if baby made boom boom when Timmy had loudly farted. -flash- His own parents coming home and buying the story from Tootie and Vicky, and promising to give Timmy the full on big baby experience he wanted. Timmy trying to argue but he was in the middle of being fed a bottle and his whines were just seen as him needing to be burped. It wasn't until he was tucked in for the night at 6:30 pm sharp in his old crib, curtains shut and a mobile playing over his head that he was able to get a maintained big boy mode going on, and that was when Wanda and Cosmo had finally come back. Wanda had taken one look at him and went to say something but Timmy got a mittened hand to his lips, in a full body with mitts and feeties light pink sleeper that he'd gotten for his birthday last year, and he pointed at the baby monitor. even as the light dawned on Wanda's face, she reached over and grabbed Cosmo's lips since he was still about to loudly ask what was going on, using the hand with the wand in it to cover up their talk..all anyone listening would hear would be 'goo goo gaga's and other baby babble. "ok sport, whats going on here?" Wanda asked. "duh, he's playing big baby! I used to do that sometimes with momma Cosmo!" Cosmo said and smiled fondly. "..Can't say that's a shock." Timmy  said dryly, then proceeded to spill the beans as fast as he could. As he finished up, squirming and huffing in his wet diaper he looked at Wanda and Cosmo. "So..I think it goes without saying I wish to undo everything that happened today?" "the two faeries nodded, raised their wands and there was a loud farting noise. "Uh..Yeah..about that timmy.." Wanda said, gulping and rubbing the back of her head as a copy of Da rulez appeared. "Oh no. Ohhhh no no no no no.." Timmy mewed, grabbing a stuffie and putting it to his face. "Do NOT tell me.." "Oh yeah, trues out enough people love you like this that it can't be undo. normally a massive cock up like this could of been.. but looks like Tootie, Your parents and Trixe and Veronica all love this version of you, you won the girls over when playing patty cake with them." Wanda said and gave a nervous laugh., holding up the book and showing Timmy the reply from when his baby brain had been in control. "Awww so cute!" Cosmo coo'ed. "And since at least five people had to love this for Da rule to kick in.." Wanda trailed off. "I-I'm trapped like this!?!" Timmy whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. "But..but..that's not..it's not.." And as the water works started a purge of sorts followed, big baby Timmy on his hands and knees switching between bawling and pushing as his big boy mind screamed and fussed over what was happening, his baby mind got comfortable. technically Wanda and Cosmo could of stepped up, but with Timmy going back to permanent babyhood they were going to be reassigned anyways and this would just make it easier for him to endure the permanent babyhood that was going to be his new life. With a series of massive and stinky farts, the back of Timmy's sleeper and diaper puffed out, his big boy mind in it and a fully baby brained Timmy coo'ed softly and gurgled, waving at the faeries then nuzzled into a teddy and went sleepies. The faeries waved bye bye back, and turn off the effect around the baby monitor and left.

the end